His Feathered Image

Silently, he stood on the edge of a mirrored pool For breakfast, he'd have to do a bit of wading The egret's feathered image I wanted to capture among wild cattails at this early morning hour. He seemed to sense that I was watching him. Stilted legs twitched, poised to take flight but I was still as overhead, clouds hovered... whiter yet, than this egret of the morning. His regal head suddenly turned my way but I dared not move, not to frighten him away. His long, graceful neck turned from side to side, as he tried to figure out if I was something to fear. He took a stride towards me and then stopped. A ripple on the pool caused him to change direction. Breakfast was being served and so, he ate his fill. I quickly sketched what I knew I'd have to paint.