Craving quiet solitude
Head to the nature preserve
State parks are a treasure
Speed limit 25
No one here on a chilly rainy Thursday
No one pushing
No expectations
Driving 10 miles per hour
Listening to the wind and
Sounds of many birds
As they flitter about
With important tasks
Spring rain created lush
Greenery and leaves are a
Juicy emerald against
The gray sky
I spot something white
In the distance
Stark contrast to the
Flora surrounding the space
An egret, long neck elegantly
Poised in the high grasses
Awaiting some food possibly
I stop and observe
This glorious bird in her
Natural habitat
She has no clue
She is on the Threatened list
Today she is safe in the refuge
I send her silent blessings
For a long life so others can
Enjoy her species for many years
As if on cue wings unfold
Neck curls into a bend
And egret takes flight
Thin legs creating
An arrow of black behind her
Beautiful bird in flight
Coming closer to me
Like she heard my wish
For a better view
Ever so gently landing
Stretching her neck out
Standing at attention for a few pictures
And off she flies into the
Distant prairie
A feast for my eyes
On my solo journey
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Musings of an INFJ
RandomAn eclectic compilation of writing from my perspective as an INFJ. According to the Myers & Briggs Personality Inventory, I fit into the INFJ profile. I = Introversion N = Intuition F = Feeling J = Judging It fits me so well that I realize a...
