Mack Hall
mhall46184@aol.com
Liesl and the
Egrets
Neighbor
Willie was mowing the August fields
And
to this tillage flew egrets, all white,Following the blade for its bug-rich yields,
Soaring and wheeling in the mid-day light
Some
thirty or more of this hungry flock
Alighted
on the lawn beneath the treesBefore the wide window, as if to mock
A spirited dachshund – oh, what a tease!
Young
Liesl girded for battle, oh, yes:
The
air, the birds, and the doggie were still,As when a thunderstorm builds, as you may guess,
Or a stalking she-wolf waits for her kill
The
door was opened, and, thundering, Liesl sprang
Into
the lists of honor, against all odds,With yelp and yap and yip and paw and fang,
True daughter of the old Germanic gods!
Ere
long the scene was silent, free of birds;
An
errant feather here and there told the storyOf Liesl’s noble charge far better than mere words,
Told of this day’s dachshundian glory.
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