They gather at sunset
- Egrets, Ibis, Heron,
in a row along the shoreline.
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There are just a few at first. As small bands fly
in, they became dozens,
then a hundred or so.
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As their numbers grow
they form a second rank,
a quite neat one, along
the water's edge.
There they wait until all
are present. It's almost dark.
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