Thank you ladylouise62
I'm not very grown up I can assure you
This is exactly how it happened.

The little Egret

I watch a Little Egret in the brook
With seagulls looking on
He’s strayed away from the estuary
He’s fishing but carries on

He dances around with his big yellow feet
To try and attract the fish
It works; fish come to take the bait
He spears them with a swish

I see him as he prances around
My self behind a bush
I think his sharp eyes have spotted me
As he takes to the air with a swoosh

I look-on as he loses orientation
It’s the estuary he must seek
As he turned it was highly amusing
‘Twas just wings and legs and beak

When he’d sorted his point of direction
Flew just feet above my head
As he found his way back to the estuary shore
He made haste and off he fled

Composed
By
Beryl R Ladd
Below is a photo of the Little Egret changing his mind and one as he flew over my head. This the event that inspired the poem
I pit myself in the frame

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