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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Midnight Egret
[time] => 2003-02-06 03:00:00
[hometext] => (Truth looks different under the watchful eye of the midnight moon)
[bodytext] => Beneath a sky so full that stars could spill
the bird wade in the midnight pond. Shrouded in shadows from beak to quill, oblivious to life beyond, it lorded over the reflected moon, like a hunter, intensely listening to the movements swishing and swirling, as if by a spoon, beneath the surface inside the womb of the dark, whispering waters. His feathered steps; his august stance softer than the midnight breeze, sketched a silent moonlit dance that cast a spell to seize all souls, and life around the restless pond paused for a time - a vital beat - beyond the brewing rush, that bubbled beneath the sleepless sky. Swiftly it speared the membrane of the quiet, night waters, posting ripples upon the face of stars now broken, now weeping from the slaughter. Torn from the fabric of all that it knows To the strange abode of a bird’s gnashing jaws, It found peace in the long, throaty coffin; and primal laws as old as time itself merged the fish with its mortal feathered, foe. Nature’s debt now paid, it bade farewell with a gust from its sprawling wings. Its frame increased in a feathered swell claiming flight, at the pace of a king, and a speed that soon found it soaring far beyond clouds of regret, now a fading, flapping silhouette, nearing the sullen orb of a midnight moon. [comments] => 6 [counter] => 187 [topic] => 27 [informant] => Tanner [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 29 [ratings] => 6 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => NaturePoetry )
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