This Way to The Egrets

By John I. Blair

This morning on my way to gym
I saw an egret in a ditch
Beside the railroad track.

I’ve seen them there before –
The ditch backs up with water
After every shower

And fosters crawdads,
Tadpoles, bugs
And more such egret fodder.

But this bird, glowing
In the morning sun,
Seemed special,

So special that the image
Lingers in my mind.
I pray each day

For beauty of like kind
To find my life; this time
My prayer was heard.

©2014 John I. Blair

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