MAY MONDAY It being Monday/
I tried to start out right/
Which in my case/
Means wearing white/
I was ambling as per usual/
Practicing a song/
When a flock of snowy egrets/
Happened along/
I could not help but notice/
They were flying low/
And quite leisurely/
(They had nowhere else to go)/
In pairs they flew up to me/
Then quickly swooped away/
Had they met a new Big Bird?
Was my first flight today?
Were the sounds they heard come from me/
Some new mating call?/
Or perhaps/ they had to ask/
Was I no bird at all?
Whatever conclusion/
They may have reached/
I felt Bird World inclusion/
Was very, very sweet
As you'll see from the photos/
I will enclose/
They honored me by staying still/
While I was very close !
© Imo Music 2011 Mill Valley 7:52 AM
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