Another very early morning.
No sky to speak of.
Shrouds of mist that suddenly part to reveal
The dim figures of birds.
I can’t see anything. Fumble with the lens cap
And then just shoot where I can vaguely make out
A feathered soul floating in the sky.
It’s only when I upload my photos that I realize
The camera and heron worked in harmony
To give me the gift of these magically misty shots.
Sometimes not having a sky can be a gift in itself.
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