Bird in Tall Grasses

Bird in Tall Grasses

The White Egret, irritated,
evasive.
Cranes her neck
toward the moss-covered
pond, before she launches.
Wings outstretch.
Her white cape billows.

The Blue Heron smiles.
Steps nearer. Lifts each
straw leg and presses
down into sludge and
debris. He won’t leave
the Earth.

I snap, snap, snap.
Step close, closer
closest.
Heavy, I am dust,
grass and rain.
Some days, I dream.

Susan Ward Trestrail
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