Was the heron after the yellowlegs? Did it have Peregrine dreams?
Mighty downbeats, neck extended, bill in mid-croak.
The nimble yellowlegs circled around and settled back in the ditch, farther along.
The heron landed on a birch bough and assumed heron cool.
And the yellowlegs went back to what they were doing, nervously.
I'm not sure what it was all about. Maybe now and then a heron, broad of wingspan but tiny of cranium, snaps.