I think I saw a cormorant, <br />yet did he greet me? <br />no, he can't <br /> <br />But I pretended that <br />he was happy to see me <br />as I to see him. <br /> <br />I think his name is Cormorant <br />or maybe it's Anhinga; <br />just figure either one of those <br />it doesn't make much diff'rence. <br /> <br />He was perched on a pipe <br />in the midst of the lake, <br />glancing here and there <br /> <br />When, later, I passed that way again <br />he was by the shoreline; <br />having met a heron friend.<br /><br />Kay Bressner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/saturday-s-walk/
