Egret slow stalking through bushes, neck
Wobbling, swaying, but down in the
Shadows the lizard it's hunting sits
Motionless, breathless. Above on the
Balcony we too check our breath.
Down, a flash of white, beak
Snaps shut, coming back up
Empty. We breathe and the lizard runs,
Dark blur across to another bush.
Hunger not sated, the egret leaps,
White wings spread, casting a shadow of
Immanent death as it lands, then once
More the slow stalking before the strike.
Now though success. In the beak of the
Egret a squirming small lizard. Just
Visible from this high balcony.