My name is “Old Beady Eye and this is my story. I am a heron, a great blue heron, one of the tallest creatures on this shoreline, tall, silent, regal, and you may never notice me, because I have the power of such steadiness that your eyes may slide right over me and beyond.
Only if I make a move, stab my long beak into the water in one quick jab to catch a little silver glimmer, a fish perhaps, or a small sneaky crab sideling silently through the shallows, or I may decide enough is enough and silently raise my great wings to leave the scene – only then will you notice me. You will say, “Oh, Look, there’s the great blue heron”, but I will be gone before your companion notices me. My power comes from concentration, though a sharp beak, reflexes faster than the speed of light, and large loft bearing wings also help. I earn my dinners by doing nothing. I sail overhead, locate a hopeful bit of shallow water, glide in for a landing as quietly as the fog itself, and wait, all beady eyed, until a slight glimmer, a tiny turbulence in the water speaks to my magnificent alert alarm system and before I am hardly aware myself old instinct has prompted me to dip and lift: dinner squirming on the end of my beaky lips.
I am a watcher, an observer, I like to remain still but not stodgy, alert, all senses focused, and then wait to see what happens. Those silvery glimmers, what might they be? A new experience, a new insight, a new friend, a renewed sense of energy, or accomplishment… I am a great blue heron and I may flap over your ocean and land on your shallow shoreline tomorrow.
Stately, with folded wings, the heron stands
Alert but inert,
Concentration brings success.
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