Grey Heron

The grey heron stares as sharp as its beak
when it lances the stickleback glinting by.
Pollen's tones harmonise with its stunning eye,
as shards of surface and sunbeam scatter.
Mosaic pieces of a broken image.
They soar and fall like notes from blackcap throats,
fall into another crystalline reflection on what he'd say if he were here.
Every sight in this place is composed by him,
an enactment through song and feathergleam.