Snowy Egret


Agile we sprint rapidly through shallow water
clutch fish in our mouths,
consume.

Some, though captured,
will not surrender.
These return
to the water.

She does not recognize me
at distances, my mate.
Still, we share our
clutch of three.

There is ceremony. With
this nest. How we step.

I greet her. Plumes raised
with a breeze, I bow.

This she recognizes
and so, is pleased
with my dance.
 
By Heather O’Connor

 


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