After class at Lake Temescal, I came upon a black-crowned night-heron.

It did not know how beautiful it was, the elegance of the black-green back against the white and gray. The eyes underscored in white above such a powerful beak. Its poised stance so inviting to the eyes. The heron was there to fish, hungry for fish, its focus on the moving creek.

Our teacher was surprised to find 3 students in the cold drizzle. The parking lot like dark glass reflecting sky.

3 students hungry, hungry for fish.