The Fair Girl and the Black Egret

In a river marsh, where pondweeds and cattails grew in warm clime,
the fair girl found a tall, black egret  
with whom she could have a chat; 
and was it the same one that her parents rescued from the wild?


Among bulrushes taller than she actually was,
the anxious girl told that bird one of her wishes:
to hop on his back and fly as the happiest butterfly,
and find her mom whom she remembered singing a lullaby.

" Take me to my mom!"  she begged the wading bird.
" Nobody ever takes me there to visit her" she exclaimed.
" She may be miles away from here...way past the blue ocean!" 
He replied with little confidence, lacking a sense of emotion.


The fair girl kept on begging, until the black egret finally nodded.
" Thank you, kind bird...now let's fly and depart from this marshland!"
So the two of them ventured into a cloudy sky expecting no rainfall...
not until they had gotten there safely and heard that sweet mother's call..
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Sweetheart Avatar
April 4, 2011 at 9:03 AM
Simply marvelous Andrew.. this one is a story so intriguing in every line..luv the dialogue my friend..good luck in the contest by Robb and u have given personality to both characters so well luv.. Eric and his wife left yesterday back to California for the time being but orders indicate strongly he will be going to Libya .. if President makes a definite decision to support the insurrection there.. they were here for a week and going to be parents this Thanksgiving luv.. thankxx for prayers..
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April 3, 2011 at 11:52 PM
This is wonderful Andrew, so many emotions, Harry
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