The Visitor

An egret stood poised on my front lawn silent, watching.

I turned and it was gone,

the air unchanged and still.

What did it see in my garden, in me?

Was I welcoming, was I accepting?

But then, who was the visitor, who was the native?

Maybe she was welcoming me.

(C) Mona

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About Mona

I am a wife, mother, and author.
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