he struts across
the plaza parking lot
like he was mr. universe
proud as hell to
be the cattle egret
that he is
his appearance is
flawless except for
the perpetual grease spots
on his back from slipping
under parked cars looking
for bugs and lizards to eat
this is his fourth winter here
and i feel compelled to
name him something
charlie seems to suit him
though he won't to this day
answer to anything he's called
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
FEB Nice touch! *** Your egret Has no regret He'll take life as it comes Grease spots, and then some Shows how nature does adapt When given scraps we throw out Endangered. No not here This egret has no fear. s