When the wild orchestration of a
bellowing wind and the thunder it
accompanied tired of their primal
display this summer day withdrawing
from the sky crowded with dark streaked
clouds that exhausted their burden into
the forest below birds shook their feathers
while insects resumed foraging among
the wildflowers of the pollinating
meadow alongside the stream noisily
bisecting the ravine where a great
blue heron perched just above the roiling
water suffused with fallen detritus from
above its eyes keen to identify spawn
within the spume of the rain-swollen
raceway, acute to the measure of caution
defined by the unruly flood yet skilled
in an instant strike while simultaneously
lifting its ungainly body on widespread
wings to soar into the rain-ravaged canopy.
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