My heron, well, the male one, stands and stares
He's been fed but he knows that when he looks
for ages through the window, that it spooks
me into giving more. He never shares
with Mrs Heron. It's an awful sight
to see the food go down that skinny neck.
Just like a snake that swallows in one bite
two goats, a book, a baby. What the heck
have I done to deserve this heron guilt?
One look, one peck, and all my senses wilt.
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