Blue Heron

 Tall enough to warrant a particular word for the expression of tallness, given birds as a general category, the blue heron plants its feet. This positions the world there, where anything brief may be. In water, by water, or on firm land itself. The world makes a strong plantation. Fish, frogs, insects, that sort of thing as possible food and plenty. Pointy beak in the extremis of living delivers the culminating darting moment. The thought basks electric. Greek philosophers in the ages rode heron into oddity and back. You can see that, right? Heron flight says something about expanse. The legs drag behind, the neck curves, the wings sweep with impossible levitation. Blue heron weigh as much as any myth, sculling to the next wet place, which you may never see. It still happens, with or without you.