Great Egrets look bad in Digital Zooms

At about a hundred yards, from my overlook

There were  seventeen I guess! Great Egrets

Between scatter flying, and formations

I counted, I was idle due distress

I wondered which of them would be me

That is what we do, right? In passing regrets

Between scattered existence, and belonging

I recollected, I was in introspect due lone

They suddenly perched, on a lush mango tree

Mid February, is that when mango florets emerge?

Between a so so Thane winter, and warming up

I undid two buttons of my short kurta, it was hot

Then some flew across the narrow, not very narrow gutter

I am supposed to call it a drain! Really why

The only time it flows clean, is in July Rains

I digress, environmentalists have complaints

Like I was saying in the previous verse, a few

I counted! eight, skimmed over refuse water

The other nine, flew away into the distance

I remember, in a typical V shape

The eight had the gutter, to hunt and fly upon

It was now for themselves, What providence!

The nine, they flew to the western creek sands

I like it there, I pulled up pictures of my shoots

This time I did regret, missing my Nikon zoom

For it is, but not terrible! The battery's dead

I clicked in my Realme's zoom, what a folly

I hate digital zooms, They distort images

So at the end, I stood there from Parkwoods-A

At the eighteenth floor refuge flat, my Overlook!

I texted how these Great Egrets look, the eight

I was caved, but these verses took me astray