I think I saw a cormorant,
yet did he greet me?
no, he can't
But I pretended that
he was happy to see me
as I to see him.
I think his name is Cormorant
or maybe it's Anhinga;
just figure either one of those
it doesn't make much diff'rence.
He was perched on a pipe
in the midst of the lake,
glancing here and there
When, later, I passed that way again
he was by the shoreline;
having met a heron friend.
Kay Bressner
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/saturday-s-walk/
