Great Blue Heron
As this old heron walked cautiously by, the dim light of dusk yielded an otherworldly blue plumage.
He judged me no threat and I judged him a wise old bird, unerring in his intent, even in my presence.
As he made his solitary way into the distance I felt an affinity with those who live and die in nature.
He posed for a moment, then disappeared into the shadows.