Pelican’s Morning
Flapping and fluttering of feathery wings.
Winging their way, on fluffy fantastic down,
Down on the lake they begin to preen,
Preen in the reflected face of the shimmering water
Water is their life, their food, their all,
All of them, families young and old preening and feeding together,
Together they fish, float, flap, flurry and flounder on the rocks they call home.
Something to Ponder About
This has a lovely rhythm and the words conjure up those flapping wings.
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Thank you, Andrea! So lovely of you to say that. It is very encouraging!
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I watch the pelicans in the river from our patio, and You have captured their spirit!
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Thank you, Nancy
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