The Sole Egret

The sole Egret White against the dark marshes On the way to school Wet in the drizzle Yet present each morning It had missed the migration So each day as we passed My daughter Zahra would exclaim Dad, here she is! We had lost count until the day It left perhaps for good Perhaps for ill, who would know? That morning we saw an Eagle It was nesting nearby Somehow I suspect Our sole Egret didn’t migrate You know how these things go An Eagle chick must eat