The lone egret worries me.
Two weeks in the marsh, stalking silently
Or hiding beneath the oaks.
Our dogs find the intruder unwelcome,
A target for frenzied barking,
No strangers allowed in their territory.
I wonder if the bird is lost,
Having stopped one mountain range short
Of the sanctuary where the others are.
Or is it injured? It does not seem so,
Unless it’s an injury of the heart,
Birds, people; those hurts few tell