a crane clumsy at the edge of a creek

there were heavy rains

it ran fast

the crane probably figured no one saw

    he did

           he purposefully walked to the creek when the rain let up and crossed it at four different places parceled out over a halfmile to watchtake in its churn froth currents eddies

he thought the creek beautiful  arresting

 

the crane pure white purposefully stepping one skinny  foot leg at a time at the edge when suddenlyinartfully pitchedstumbledlunged forward crashed breast firstwings flung out either side into a restless pool

              he was agog

had not ever seen grace crumble spastic

using its wings they righted themselvesshook fiercely

                                                        he  too far away to witness the casted drops dimple the pool skitter on the restlessmoving creek surface

                                                      then

tall statuesque graceful again

walking as if it never happened

    he wondered

                   had he yelled to them when they floundered would they have  blushed pink  thinking flamingopink 

1400approximately,  reggaefriday,  2  1. 26

1201,  Saturday,  3  1. 25

Jeff Beck Group  Going Down  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gspZFsf-TDk