A Gathering Of Egrets - Poem by Thomas Meade
Like enchanting brides
And wade on black-stockinged legs
In knee-high still water -
Regal heads turn and dip
On long, graceful necks.
White gowns train behind
Elegant strides and,
As if startled by the hour,
Rise in unison, circle once, and
Fly off to meet their grooms.
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