skimming over
invisible slidingboards of air,
buoyant as balloons
no strings attached.
glide and slide
no care, so slow any
other would plummet
without flapping.
landing only to
belly-surf and find
lunch in the mullet pack
racing below glassy swells.
11 comments:
nice photography.
Nice poetry.
Now if only the pelicans could find some 'nice' fish, eh?
I believe a life of slack suits your writing skills!
:o)
I hear they taste fishy.
...
As the black fin emerges
silent, sleek and giddy,
the morsel that lays before,
though a bit light and fluffy
will make a tasty snack
for the afternoon prowl.
So sue me.
Berry, the pelicans look very healthy. I don't think they go hungry d:-)
Joan, I have to admit, there is much of this time off that I love.
Thank you!
Mark, heh...I've never known anyone who tried them.
Dave, I keep telling you that you have hidden talents. Nice!
I could see in my minds eye a flight of pelicans skimming over the beach and surf so clearly from your description and my memory. Almost as if there.
Thanks.
Larry, if I can put a picture in your mind, that means a lot to me!
This is very nice..
Was hoping you'd like it :-)
Nice! Was this when you still lived in Florida?
Thanks, Foam!
Yes, this was seven years ago.
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