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
Or know.
rege
Be always safe,
Karen
fee
Sandi
Much enjoyed.
John
Christine
Cheers,
Dan