Heron hideaway 

Of a sudden a shriek breaks through the mist 

Then nothing 

The gloomy skies descend and the barest sound before 

The heron breaks the foggy headlands 

Fly to your regal hideaway 

Swoop, dive before you are seen and flee 

This predatory world king of the sky 

From view you disappear to stop, confuse 

Appear only as a minor interruption 

From view you are gone provoke confusion over if you’re even there 

Imagined as a spectre 

Wear your anonymity while you wait to see 

Have you been seen or remain unnoticed 

The muddle of mist your friend and hiding place 

The heron hideaway 
Ailsa 

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Author: ailsacawley

I have written since I can remember, devouring the stories of Roald Dahl under the covers by torchlight. I have always loved fairy tales, myths and magic. A good deal of the things I write has some truth in it. Others, not. I’m pleased you dropped by, please feel free to leave me a comment or if you’re kind enough to share that’s fine. ☺️ View all posts by ailsacawley