pelican watercolor

I glide just above the waves

The cool air carries me between the salt and the sun

Playing with the wind, searching for my prize

A flick of a feather to choose a new way

There it is, the spark of silver, the flash of movement

Tucked in tight, no hesitation, plunge into the warm waves

Dinner is served


8 thoughts on “Pelican

  1. That’s a terrific painting! You captured the beauty of this bird, despite his seeming awkwardness as he flies. The poem brought a smile to my face as I remembered the days of “Pelican Pat.” Thanks for a walk down memory lane.

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