Damn Egret

Zooming along on my road bike

my beloved American River bike path

late April still deep green grasses

mini-jungle carpets hiding wild beasts

the green was punctuated by a white

large, long-necked, longer-legged

killing sword-long beak a great egret.

Damn, that damn egret

has speared a frog

my number one spirit helper frog

still squirming, but quickly

to be the egret’s fast-food lunch.

My quick thought was of rescue

but it would have been too late.

Besides the frog was stupid

April careless

or it’s just frog fate.

Down path I ponder.

I lament the swallowed frog.

I decide to bless the frog.

I even bless the crafty, murderous egret.

Yet wonder what message it portents for me?

a.      That it’s my lunch time too.

b.      Even frogs have to pass on.

c.       Frogs need to organize.

d.      I should give up bike riding

Back home I had a succulent

great egret meat on sourdough

sandwich for lunch.

                           Andy

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