Day 7, Still Life of the Least Bittern

Day 7, Still Life of the Least Bittern

As you approach

I don’t move

so you can’t see me

The nest is near

safety is there

home is at hand

but I don’t move

so you can’t see me

You bend

cock your head

great towering bird

I don’t move

so you can’t see me

You reach out your funny

flesh-covered claw

toward where I stand still

I don’t move

and you can’t see me

I remain in the clutch

of your wide-eyed grip

frozen, unflappable

you can’t see me

if I don’t move