The heron is an exquisite
Piece of plumbing
Regard the u-bend of the neck
Porcelain white
With fashionable dove grey overtones
Woodpeckers sigh in envy
At its beak, the heron's leister,
Elegant and deadly
Its eyes would make
Stunning studs for an antimacassar
Its Rumplestiltskin legs
Are a heron-ic tour de force
Of engineering
It stands on its high rise stilts
Like a hunched hanging-judge
Ready to don its black cap
Prior to lunging
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