Lime-green trees, water weeds
surround the marble-white egret.
Chocolate-brown muck lines the shore.
The sun glows like a lighthouse.
The bird hunches
springs
off the log
hot, humid
into flight.
This bird eats gray fish, brown bugs,
tiny translucent shrimp.
How does it grow them into
the snowy feathers
of an angel?
Marie's Meanderings 
Wow, this looks like something straight out of Audubon! Fantastic!! 📸🤩💯
Thank you!
How, indeed! Love the poem and illustrations.
Thanks. It was just one of those random thoughts that flit through my meandering head from time to time. I was glad to have the opportunity to catch it!
Beautiful poem and photo. Thanks for sharing. 🙂
Powerful photos and poem, Marie!
Thank you! Even though I identify as a Minnesotan, I have a growing fondness for Georgia. Perhaps I will migrate there in the winters?
What a beautiful bird!
I thought the bird was very accommodating to stand still long enough for me to snap it.