The Heron stared longingly at the water and the other side. There was barely a nibble in his line of sight, yet across the lake, the tangled webs of deceit from the greedy humans brimmed with fish.
Through the ripples, he could see his own reflection as clear as the day. He noticed his neck had grown thinner and longer from rationed portions of fish and he croaked in annoyance.
His fishing hours grew longer by the day but each new day brought more boats and humans to the quay and the water grew darker with oil from all manner of engines.
In response to the FFAW photo prompt above. Thank you J.S for the photo and PJ for hosting.
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Great writing. Kind of sad for the heron isn’t it?
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Thanks, Miriam. Most times I feel that the wildlife that shares this space with us are sad at the way their habitat is deteriorating due to human encroachment.
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Love this. Your take is true for many other species.
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Thank you.
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So peaceful.
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Thank you
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Such a sad, but very true story! Great story!
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Thank you, PJ. I hope decades from now the Earth would still have something to offer to its inhabitants.
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Yes! I do too!
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That’s very sad, the humans eating all his food.
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A very real problem and one that I don’t see how it can be solved. I hate it when humans insist on taking over ever inch of the world.
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I feel that we are selfish as well as greedy for grabbing every available space around us, forgetting that at the end of the day when we destroy the ecosystem it equally affects us negatively.
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