I'm pleased and also puzzled by
Pelicans, whether brown or white—
Awkward on land, graceful in flight.
The longest bill on any head
Supports a pouch he uses for
Collecting fish along the shore.
When on the waves, he doesn't drift,
But knows exactly why he's there—
A fisherman beyond compare.
Webbed feet provide propulsion swift
To fill his pouch with gleaming fish;
What more could any creature wish?
When evening comes, a deep blue sky
Supplies the perfect backdrop for
This long-billed, feathered dinosaur.
In V-formation, wings outspread,
They glide serenely up the coast;
A silent, haunting, timeless host.
©2016 Michael Fraley
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