An Egret
I watched an egret on a pond take flight
and hid as best I could against a tree,
not moving, breathless staying out of sight.
Remembering, I close my eyes and see--
the view! A sweet reward for all my pains,
it flew with whooshing wings right over me!
Today, the tree is gone. The pond remains.
Sometimes I walk the trail and feel an ache,
to see an egret lest the mem’ry wane.
Much older now, I know the risk I take,
and yet, I come alone before first light
to hear the sounds of nature as it wakes
and maybe watch an egret taking flight.
1/8/2022
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