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Great Blue Heron

A Poem

By Thomas HallyPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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Great Blue Heron

Have you driven over the Golden Gate Bridge on

your way from San Francisco to the County of Marin and flying next to your car you see a beautiful great blue heron?

Therein is the treasure of life-seeing animals in their natural state and not in a zoo, an aquarium, and least of all on a hunter’s buckskin rope.

Buckskin is what they use to tie their great blue herons tight so they won’t slip over to the left or right.

All small animals weather they b birds or otherwise are subject to this horrific demise.

Within the kingdom of the hunters and poachers there usually a kingpin, a old has-been been who profits fro the dirty work of his riflemen, even his next of kin.

The Original Sin was murder Cain’s younger Kin, Adam. If I were a governor I’d ban hunting of innocent animals because this mistake makes so many sadden.

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