Pome

Night Heron
Stooped by the water

on top of the moon path

what green nights

have you seen

under a crown of grass
the egrets have fled

to the trees

you glow celery pale

watered moonlight

shimmering on feathers

I couldn’t spend

a night, furled

on the cold bank

but you get to watch

the foxes hunt, bats

flock over the moon

and dawn comes up

to send you home