Who’s up? He knows I watch him. We’re friends of sorts - the white egret, his long elegant neck folded back against smoky rain filled clouds on early morning flights. I admire his uncontained joy, doing what he does best; living each day as it comes without peering into the future. Once during mating season, I saw him preening himself near the pond – snow white plumage, ornate ruffled top feathers. He didn’t seem to mind that I was there, but good manners made me leave. © 2014 Jennifer Brookins
Posted on: Tue, 16 Dec 2014 10:44:17 +0000
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