The Egret

[Stephen Whiteside]

The Egret

The egret stands with stately grace,
With rushes waving right and left,
A gorgeous breath of time and space
To match the river's gentle pace.
Such wizardry is deft.

I ask myself. Does this white bird
Acknowledge beauty in its down?
Is this foolish? Have I erred,
And posed a question quite absurd,
To thus appear a clown?

Or does this beast appreciate
The difference that stands between
A city rushing at great rate,
Inducing fears of running late,
And lush plants, calm and green?

© Stephen Whiteside 27.03.2015