On The Edge Of The Wild

by

Phil Pochurek

The Egrets came to
The mild urban winters
That are plush, mowed, and green,
On the edge of the wild.
Making it easy for hawk and crane
To hunt for mouse and vole
Where they can easily be seen.
From telephone poles to clumps of grass
In silence they watch for movement on the ground.
Frozen still with patience and will
Careful not to make a sound.
Beautiful hunters with spears on their faces
Right between their eyes
Like stilted Zulus they wait to strike
And catch their prey by surprise.
Randomly scattered across fields of green
Ornately they stand proud and tall
Beautifully they hunt for what can’t be seen
In a flash, in a moment, for the vole.
Undistracted they hold their ground
From humans and machines passing by
Only when we stop to engage them, enterupt them,
Do they gracefully take to the sky.
When the egrets came it reminded me
Of their beauty so close that I smiled,
Where life and death can come in one breath
When you live on the edge of the wild.

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Why don't you look at A beautiful smile
by: Francis Duggan
from: Wonthaggi, Victoria, Australia

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