We watched the feathered pair go winging by,
Their long-necked forms stretched forth with home in view.
We turned our heads and eyes up toward the sky
And watched the progress of those travelers two.
You said that herons live as lifetime mates,
Like geese or swans or cranes or other birds
(I knew it was not true but hate debates,
And so, I stood and watched and held my words).
The pair flew off and past the grove of trees,
And we walked on and did not talk --
The only sounds: leaves crackling in the breeze,
The stilted silence of our lonely walk.
I envied them their flight and blessed wings
As they flew past and onto other things.