What can YOU say in six sentences?
Here is the call of the Great Blue Heron:
Step, step, step, she moves along the river bank, a careful walker. Her neck – a gray and white question mark – moves in contrapuntal rhythm to her lower body, and the whole of her is a food-seeking machine.
When startled, she lifts off from a quick crouch and, airborne, makes the krup-krup-krawww of a pterodactyl.
Her wingspan is wider than I am tall, wider even than the reach of the bald cypress limb on which she roosts.
I ache to fly tandem downriver, but my arms are heavy bags of bones.
She will come back tomorrow, to this spot full of bream and smallmouth bass, as will I, to watch again in admiration.