kamogawa egret
strides against the current
and
with each studied step
and pause
at the flow
she extends her neck
then retracts
her eyes dart
at this river
this city
her constant reserve
the ground
of her being
but she doesn’t know it
(who does)
for in her world
(like ours)
much is given
nothing a given
and from the pebbled bed below
she is a tiger that stalks
through tall grass
made of wind and sun and rain
until at a dire moment
of weight
defying gravity
her wings fanning out
she lifts
tears herself
from unwavering waters
and strikes
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This is so good thanks for sharing 😇
Perfect....