3 July – Heron walking

Yesterday was drenching
but it still felt strange
to see a heron walking
like a person, up the lane.
Far away from river,
still not that close to beck,
impossible to fathom
what was going through its head.
It was too far in front
to photograph the stroll,
which was disappointing
as it looked rather droll.
Best of all was the point
it stopped to pause and wait,
craning neck just high enough
to snoop over Peter’s front gate!