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. I taught high school for 27 years and I was a hospital and hospice chaplain until my health required that I retire. I miss my hospital coworkers and cannot imagine how terrible this year and last year have been. I want to be there for them in at least this small way.