lost in thought or concentrating
pale shadow of your springtime self
perhaps it's spring you're contemplating
Sunlight makes you paler still
with every step the water deepens
stopping once to wet your bill
concentric ripples outward sweeping.
When your head returns to burnt sienna
the nest you'll tend along the coast
'neath summer sun that leaves me squinting
I'll remember you, my winter ghost
American avocet in winter plumage, Merritt Island NWR, Titusville, Florida.