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The Egret's Feet Are Dry

The river’s low it’s flowing slow the Egret’s feet are dry he hunts a frog beneath a log as sundrenched shadows sigh a muskrat stuck in oatmeal muck struggles to the shore as I drift by I start to cry our river is no more John G. Lawless ©8/11/2022

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Michael Tor

Date: 8/12/2022 6:28:00 PM

Unfortunately John your words ring true to today's manipulation of our weather systems. I feel for the animals that need this precious water, humans too. You have written the reality of today my friend. Lets hope our Lord interferes and reloads our rivers, lakes and streams with rain. Thanks for sharing...

John Lawless
Date: 8/13/2022 7:15:00 PM

Thanks form stopping to read and comment Michael. I've lived here in Boston all my life and have never seen the Chrles River this low

Anselmo Boles

Date: 8/12/2022 6:48:00 AM

A sincere lament from the heart John. When man becomes extinct, the other Earth life forms shall celebrate and feast! A fine write...ab

John Lawless
Date: 8/13/2022 7:13:00 PM

I'll bet will be no ad farewells for us....appreciate the visit.

Gershon Wolf

Date: 8/11/2022 7:52:00 PM

Don't worry. Soon no egrets either. ~ Regrets only, gw

John Lawless
Date: 8/13/2022 7:10:00 PM

Well put Gershon, thanks for popping by

Susan Woodrow

Date: 8/11/2022 4:11:00 PM

Good one and so true of so many waterways… sad reality in your imagery that may soon be nothing other than dust splattered with bones :)

John Lawless
Date: 8/13/2022 7:09:00 PM

Thanks Susan, it was very troubling to be pushing the kayak through muddy puddles and skirting rocks.