A Snowy Egret lives in the creek beside my office.
Sometimes he sits alone on the fence.
Sometimes he stands by the water’s edge.
Sometimes I see him flying, white wings open, still.
I read once that some believe it’s good luck to spot an egret in flight.
They say that egrets will take your worries and carry them away.
I feel that hopeful spirit in my soul today.
Waiting, watching for my Snowy Egret to reappear.
Watching, waiting for him to soar overhead, my worries resting on his graceful open wings.
(Day 18: 1 subject 30 ways #repetitionpoem)