Not once have I seen an egret
dead, stretched out on the ground
like the whiter than white shadow
of an invisible bird—
the perfect, immaculate specimen
escaped from Plato’s Aviary…
and the old philosopher staring
at the empty cage, heartbroken.
By Don Thompson
Don Thompson was born and raised in Bakersfield, California, and has lived in the southern San Joaquin Valley for most of his life. Currently the poet laureate of Kern County, he has been publishing poetry since the early sixties,including a dozen books and chapbooks. For more information and links to his publications, visit his website San Joaquin Ink.