On the bridge

I saw a guy playing guitar on the bridge. Most strings of his guitar had broken. He played it eagerly with only one string, but there was no audience. I do not know whether he was playing some tunes, or making it scream.

I saw two white egrets under the bridge. They stared at the water surface and looked for fishes. I had seen a kingfisher there too. But here is no clear water, only a turbid stream.