
Day 9, Napowrimo 2026. Today, we are to try writing our own poem in the voice of an animal or plant, or a poem that describes a specific animal or plant with references to historical events or scientific facts.
Yesterday, I went fishing and saw the following unfold before my eyes.

I see you there.
You, with your beady eyes and twisted smiles.
Men of envious glares painted gluttonous green.
Hear the silence that now befalls the bankside.
I accept it; willingly.
It is my fanfare, befitting of a Munera champion.
See how I am stage lit by the water-bounced beams of Sol,
As I raise my magnificent crown,
Plumes plumped with pride, then
Point my apricot spear to the heavens,
And fan my glorious grey limbs wide;
I am Caesar.
Triumphant in the Colosseum,
I accept your voiceless tribune,
For you, you are mere mortals.
I, I am the natural, patient, God-given gift of nature.
I stand before you, supreme.
The ultimate athlete,
With which your lines, ledgers and lures cannot compete.
Look upon where I stand.
Stare the length of my long, strong steely legs,
Fall in awe of my sprawled clawed feet.
See there my piscine prize laid before me.
For I,
I am Heronious Maximus Fishious, and I will have my supper.
Your poem was a pleasant surprise, Graham, as we have a heron in our village that I spotted flying over the day before yesterday, and I’m fond of it. I love the familiar image you painted with words in these lines:
‘See how I am stage lit by the water-bounced beams of Sol,
As I raise my magnificent crown,
Plumes plumped with pride, then
Point my apricot spear to the heavens,
And fan my glorious grey limbs wide’.
Caesar indeed.
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Heron’s are great birds to take note of and learn from. Such elegant beasts as well.
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Ha ha! Love this. Especially the way it ends! Great name.
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I’m glad you enjoyed it Sunra
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