Alison Dunhill

Tiger Heron

Dunhill


Tiger Heron

by Alison Dunhill

 

I saw you

through the bank’s bamboo verticals,

your signature decoration flashing

your movement in stopped strobe.

I saw you

quiet, on the quiet edge of the Amazon. River of majesty,

shining diamonds up

through the planks of our horizontal floor.

I saw you

prey-poised, stealthy still,

your leg raised in stylish bend.

I knew the elegant silhouette, but the patterns were strange.

I saw you

a hybrid creature,

cascading and spreading your dress camouflage

in sun’s crescents and rhomboids on equatorial leaf and trunk

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February 2014