by Jane Yolen
Bedtime--and like an arrow loosed,
The Great Egret flies back to roost
With others of her company
To decorate a greening tree.
Like great white balls, they seem to light
The soft and mellow southern night.
They sleep the dusky dark away,
To rise again and greet the day.
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