Funny Walk

continuing the theme of  "What's Outside My Truck's Window":














Looping around the bayou trail at Mason Park, I see a crook-necked egret on the far bank.
It's at water's edge and starts to walk.
The jerky movement fascinates.
Neck is thrust forward, punching the air ahead, while the body dips and leans and follows.
Weaving and careening.....can it cover ground in that way?

I think: "Maybe it's wounded or has a broken back or wing?"


But it seems okay, and it is moving forward along the bank.
I guess that's just how a crane walks.  Very awkward.

So I finish my own walk and climb into truck.
Sitting at an intersection, I'm stuck in a slow-cycling left hand turn lane.
Plenty of time to look around.
Ahh, the lone pedestrian on these Houston streets; a woman, dark haired, fair skinned,
with a wispy skirt and awkward walk.
Every few steps, a twisting dip, all but stumbling out her shoes. 
"Maybe she's wounded, or has a broken hip?" I say to myself.
She reminds me of that egret, back at the park.

A man arrives at her side.  A car rolls slowly by and engages her.
Oh, now I see.  The rooms-by-the-hour motel comes into view.
Now I'm getting the picture.

Still, it's one pathetic movie...that dip and sway that I misread as
a sign of a broken limb
was actually the young lady's attempt at street sexy.  Pathetic.
Not insulting "pathetic" but sad, pained "pathetic".
But what do I know? My own forward motion has been questionable.