Modern Pterodactyl by Deborah K. Frontiera
Great blue heron stands still
His feathers the tan grey-blue
Of a twilight sky
When gold and red have faded
Just before the dark settles
Stick legs half above, half below the water
One might think him another reed
Until his yellow beak stabs a frog or small fish
He stretches out aloft
An elegant aerial ballet
Beyond time and place
Deborah K. Frontiera
I believe I have a poem, titled Predator, about the pterodactyl, posted here somewhere that you might enjoy.
Ron
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