I Break for Poetry!

Lesson

Show me again your snowy egret, Lord,
plumed in the color of an angel's cloak,
high-striding in the little brook
beside the supermarket parking lot,
hunting turtles fresh from winter mud--
peering calmly, keenly, into the stream,
stepping slowly, gently, without a splash--
peering, stepping, peering, teaching
two hungry sea gulls how it's done.

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That one's for you, John!