THE BIRD OF ALL SEASONS

Great blue

Cooling your long spindly legs in shallow water

Vibrating your throat and neck muscles

With your mouth wide open

And your gothic arched wings

Delicately drooping

Like the anhedral aerofoils of a military cargo aircraft

In this sultry heat

You stand motionless

Levitating 

Hovering

Hanging

Mind drifting and

Savoring

Absolutely nothing