Egret

EGRET

secret emissary, the claw that scratches the soul

wandering egret, stamping waters in the silence

what moves you now, your plumage newly ruffed

your fulsome eyes aglow in a skull set back by years

evolution evaded, limbs dissipated, a figure built from 

bits of tin, mottled metal of blues and copper

some elegance there, beneath the stretched linens of 

your wings, toothpick bones so breakable

needle dips, punctures the surface, concave bloom of dark

myriad bits of dust reflected in rolling ripples

soft, softer, the raised arm bears the weight of a world

inclined to conquer, but this kingdom is yours, still

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