Sitting on the edge of a verdant hill, I watched an egret wading in a midnight pond, lording over the reflected moon like an elegant hunter, intensly listening to the movement beneath the surface of the dark, still water. The majestic bird's halting and guarded steps, more quiet than the night breeze, moved my soul gently to that spot long since determined. A sure agent of fate, deftly, it struck, a fish now dead. In wonder, I watched God package death inside those long, shadowy plumes. With nature's debt now repaid it bade farewell, gathered the wind, subdued beneath its boundless wings, and at a king's pace claimed flight. Sitting on the edge of the hill, I watched its diminishing silhouette set course for the sullen orb of the midnight moon.Birth sign: Aries
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