{"id":4556,"date":"2013-03-03T21:42:56","date_gmt":"2013-03-04T05:42:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/?p=4556"},"modified":"2015-06-30T09:35:14","modified_gmt":"2015-06-30T16:35:14","slug":"egret-eyes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/2013\/egret-eyes\/","title":{"rendered":"Egret Eyes"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/03\/IMG_8499.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"wp-image-4559 aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/03\/IMG_8499.jpg\" alt=\"IMG_8499\" width=\"299\" height=\"448\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/03\/IMG_8499.jpg 427w, https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/03\/IMG_8499-200x300.jpg 200w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 299px) 100vw, 299px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">My mind is full of egret eyes.<br \/>\nSwiveling movement like the weight<br \/>\nAt the end of a fishing line,<br \/>\nPulling the hook serrated and sharp<br \/>\nInto the darkest parts of the sea<br \/>\nThat only fish with grey translucent eyes<br \/>\nCan see with something more than sight<br \/>\nThat illuminates the darkest parts of this world.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">I feel disturbed like the jellied eye<br \/>\nOf a fish left too long in the sun;<br \/>\nPoked by innocent hands seeking fun.<br \/>\nMy mind is pierced by shrieks of delight<br \/>\nAs children run away, cringing in fright;<br \/>\nA game played by children in a twilight too dark<br \/>\nTo be anything else but night.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Plucked from the sea by the dagger<br \/>\nOf a spear fishing egret<br \/>\nPerched atop a craggy rock out at sea,<br \/>\nThe open mouthed, lipless screams<br \/>\nOf a fish out of water takes on new meaning.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">My mind is full of egret eyes.<br \/>\nPreying with the majestic form of a killer,<br \/>\nGuised in beauty and lithe gossamer gowns<br \/>\nOf a white so pure it can only be called snowy.<br \/>\nBut the bones buried beneath the snow<br \/>\nRemain unseen, hidden by layer and layer of white<br \/>\nSo pure it can almost conceal the death in your eye<br \/>\nThat pivots like a ballerina&#8217;s pirouette.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">The bird opens wide its wings.<br \/>\nWings of feathery white willing a skyward escape<br \/>\nLike a shot in the dark and a bullet left in a tree trunk<br \/>\nBecause the wood won\u2019t feel the burn, Right?<br \/>\nJust as a wriggling earthworm doesn\u2019t feel the pierce<br \/>\nOf a hook dissecting its body into perfect segments<br \/>\nLike it was meant to be split by the greedy hands of men.<br \/>\nDid the fish see the pain as the worm was plunged<br \/>\nInto the depths of an element it didn\u2019t understand?<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">These murky waters mean nothing to the eyes of a predator<br \/>\nAs the egret dips its streamlined head into the water<br \/>\nPulling forth its sacrifice of sea life.<br \/>\nThe egret pushes itself from the rock in the middle of the sea<br \/>\nTo return to its native country of sky clad creatures.<br \/>\nBringing with it an unwilling victim of circumstance<br \/>\nCaught in the clutches of death, even the victim had to smile;<br \/>\nIt was on this day, a fish learned to fly.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/03\/IMG_5282.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignnone wp-image-5622\" src=\"http:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/03\/IMG_5282.jpg\" alt=\"IMG_5282\" width=\"410\" height=\"292\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/03\/IMG_5282.jpg 640w, https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/03\/IMG_5282-300x213.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 410px) 100vw, 410px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My mind is full of egret eyes. Swiveling movement like the weight At the end of a fishing line, Pulling the hook serrated and sharp Into the darkest parts of the sea That only fish with grey translucent eyes Can see with something more than sight That illuminates the darkest parts of this world. 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