This morning there was a heron on my roof.
My first thought was that it was some kind of spoof.
But no, he definitely was up there, that’s for sure.
I’ve seen them by the canal but never on the roof before.
I ran to get my camera, hoping he wouldn’t take flight.
And there he was when I returned, much to my delight.
Mine on the roof was the smaller heron they call tri-color.
A bird of bountiful shades making others appear much duller.
He arrived accompanied by a mate; she landed low, he went high.
They appeared to be squabbling, both of them staring eye to eye.
He ruffled his feathers, stood up tall and stretched his neck.
She’d took off and flew low but straight until just a speck.
He seemed to care not at all and started strutting up the roof
I watched him make his way to the peak then disappear, poof!
But this morning there was a heron on my roof and it made my day.