An ode to a Heron

Salford 21st September

One of Inky’s better known works, about a feathered resident of Salford Quays Waterside and Manchester ship canal.  Anyone is free to read this – but if you wish to re-use please contact me – thanks!

The Heron stands perched,

In the middle of the bay

Dreaming of fish, a stones drop away.

He stares at a red bridge, and buildings of glass

Thinking of morsels, he will amass.

Balanced precariously, on a bright orange ball,

He dreams of fish, and tries not to fall.

Flapping his feathers, and drying off rain.

He ponders of Fish, again and again.

Geese making noises, as they fly all around

The Heron does nothing but stand his ground.

Flapping his wings on the orange coloured buoy,

A sea trout or carp is his favourite joy.

Lights gather round the watery hole,

A moonlit supper our flying hero’s goal.

No salt or pepper, or toad in the hole

He dives for his fish and swallows it whole!

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