I noticed a heron flew over my head, I could tell it was a heron by it's long legs extended far back from its neck. I always find it to be good luck to witness a heron flying, my long legs are nothing compared to that of a wading bird.
Strolling through shallow water with my beak fully extended, I find I can see into the deep blue liquid I feel so comfortable with. I've never gone more than a day with ut my narrow legs being submerged in the chilly water near the shore. I find my home here, I find my thoughts in the current as it gently moves my feathers from the east to the west and back again. My eyes are closed but my ears are opened. I hear the gentle splash of a fish near my ankles and I lunge into the water. My head beneath the surface, I can't hear a thing. My beak makes contact with my afternoon lunch and I pull my head above the water and swallow the small prey that is so kind to sacrifice its life my mine. I close my eyes again and feel my stomach expand. My head in the calm air and my feet in the cool water, I am the way the earth works, I am dusk, I am dawn.
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