The White Egret has just landed
Poised it strikes a handsome pose
Enchanting calming

Of course it has no concepts
And does not feel enchanted
It sees us when it does
Through its own different eyes
And partially different needs

This is just a picture
Not the living thing

It is a kind of half-way place
A rest-stop on the road
Between this being classified
As bird and labeled as White Egret
And us

A minor homage to the world
Of living beings
A salve or balm to sooth
Our souls or hearts or minds

Whatever’s deepest in us
That feels delight and fear
Promise

And says to another living being
Namaste peace to us all
Salaam Shalom