A heron wades slowly

As we bask and relax

Just watching and waiting

Seals and shags fishing gently

With the leisurely tide

Weed ebbing and flowing

Sea shimmering blue

And still we sit and watch

And soak up the warmth

It feels like summer again

As we bask in our joy

Of watching, nothing

But ebbing and flowing

Appearing and disappearing

And then

Our reverie

is interrupted

by a moment

of action

as the heron catches

a fish

And swallows

It

And then we just sit again

Wondering which rock the shag will move to

When the water engulfs his rock