From my Office Window
There are days when I forget to look out of my window
And days I ignore the Blake postcards under my glass-top.
That December day, I looked out and saw a flock of egrets.
They settled on a tree way down in Happy Valley.
Their combs had touches of yellow, dots of red,
But they were fluffy white everywhere else.
I looked out yesterday and saw a man on the tree,
Finding a perch in the fork of two branches.
He had a string of Christmas lights,
Yellow bulbs on a long wire,
Which he looped round the fork
Of the branches where he was perched.
- - Hong Kong, December 1975
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