Snowy Egret

Agile we sprint rapidly through shallow water

clutch fish in our mouths,

consume.

Some, though captured,

will not surrender.

These return

to the water.

She does not recognize me

at distances, my mate. 

Still, we share our

clutch of three.

There is ceremony. With

this nest. How we step.

I greet her. Plumes raised

with a breeze, I

bow.

This she recognizes

and so, is pleased

with my dance.

                By Heather O'Connor

             ©Heather O'Connor 2003