Week of May 1, 2017

First Egret of the Season

Stalk legs in water
stalk neck stretched out
smear of body mirrored beneath.

Still as a painting
brain so small
head is barely visible

like the point end of
a sharpened #2 pencil.

then folds back into
a swan-like form
gliding until

another potential fish
ripples on pond surface
neck stretches back out

No strike yet
nor prepare to fly.

One moment that is all.
I stop for one moment
in the middle.

Margaret Dubay Mikus
© 2013

From Thrown Again into the Frazzle Machine

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