“Day Thirty-Four Handsome hunting heron, standing in the weir, our lives are lived apart yet our bodies are so near; as you wade across the water seeking fish to eat, I cannot help but wonder: do you ever get cold feet? Serenely splendid heron, staring into river, the wind that blows your feathers is causing me to shiver; the setting sun is sinking, the ducks are flying home, I cannot help but wonder: do you ever feel alone?” PoetryNatureLonelyAloneDucksRiverSereneFishHeron Book:Wonderland: A Forty-Day Poetic Pandemic Diary Source: Wonderland: A Forty-Day Poetic Pandemic Diary