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Night heron
Night heron
The night heron hunts a lit lawn for the unwary, stalks the shadows.
Night falls over Taipei, this city, this park,
as hunters move along stone paths,
seek out the dark, wait for others...
all in a dance of gestures or a glance.
One glance says much, a quiet spot knows more—
and speaks not—of what is proffered, accepted, shared.
Now bats are out and an oo-oo-oo remind us—
the night heron still stalks about.
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