Haiku

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When I fish on any pond, across from me, standing on the edge of the pond, there will be a small Green Heron, staring hungrily into the water. He ignores me; I ignore him. We both are intent on fishing.

We two in a race.
He eats; I catch and release.
One Bluegill Sunfish.

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Love it, Robert. Surely that fish is too big for the heron?

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Not too big. He would have snatched it out of the water and then shared it with the missus.

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