With the evening breeze,
the water laps against
the heron's legs
Thus goes one translation of this poem by the famous haiku poet, Yosa Busan (1716 - 1783).
Every evening I watch the aosagi (blue or gray herons) gliding in the air around the port. They are beautiful birds, with elegant necks that curve over swan-like, and long, sexy legs (yes, I am looking!). I've always admired their excellent posture. Standing on one foot is possibly the key.
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