The Web Poetry Corner - Frank S Rickards - The Moorhen
The Moorhen
by
Frank S Rickards
Nothing is quite so intense,
So fastidious and donnish,
As the moorhen’s meticulous walk
Through blades of bright grass
By the water’s edge.
Hesitantly he lifts a spindly leg
And hesitantly puts it down.
Quaint and thoughtful
As a bird in a tapestry
He threads his way
Through the speared daisies,
And sends a dagger-load of sun-fire
Flying from the kingcups.
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