Poetry

Dive Bombers (#1544)

A formation of pelicans glide by,
Sailing the air currents without having to try,

In practiced precision flying to and fro,
Likely with no destination save where the winds blow,

Such a carefree kind of life to soar the skies,
To hear the ocean waves and fellow seagull cries,

And when hungry merely dive for a swimming fish,
A simplicity for which I could only wish,

Any Thoughts?

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