I seldom write poetry because I was never good at it; it doesn't suit me to try. However, there is a type of writing I enjoy called prose. Prose is eloquent; it never leaves the reader hungry for more; it meanders. Prose is to the point; that is, whenever one gets to the point of it. It isn't like me to talk about a writing style, but it is like me to write and then discover the style I'm writing in. By the way, I love poetry. Although, writing poetry isn't as fulfilling as writing prose.
On the way home, I saw the most amazing Egrets. Egrets are migratory birds protected under the Migratory Bird Treaty of 1918. They stand on one leg, have long necks, and wear cute, slinky bodies. The white Egret is majestic! Whenever it's foggy outside, I find it easier to see the aura of an Egret; this is especially true when I see a white Egret standing in the middle of a rice field. Rice fields surround me at my new place of residence. The aura of an Egret on a cold, foggy day extends about two feet out from the bird, almost as if the fog were being held out at bay.
The kind of splendor given off by the Egret on a foggy day is what I like to write about. In a roundabout way, it's like saying we all have something else to notice about the world if one would care to pay attention to it.
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