The egret stands still as a glass of milk
by the lagoon, beneath a saw palmetto.
The lagoon shimmers with a school of mackerel,
and then a hand lifts up to close the blinds,
a chorus line of slender bands of metal.
The things we see rarely conform to plans.
And now a paw of sunlight edges through a crack
in the blinds, expands itself across the wall.
It prowls among the corners, grazes the crackers
on the table, then uncurls toward the sofa,
where we sit. Once this lucid animal
devours us, it glides off pacified.
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