Pelicans

• Darcy Rush, Grade 6A
• Poetry
• 2011

A pelican is born pink, uncoordinated
And trying to find its feet
It looks like a pink alien with a sharp, pointed beak
One that is really new to planet earth

The overweight father sits on his rock
Snapping up the unfortunate fish that swim by
He looks like a monk sitting in a temple
At one with the universe

The mother flies overhead graciously
Lands gently by the baby
Regurgitates food from her pouch
The baby eats greedily

Then she relaxes on a jagged rock
Jet black feathers stick out like arrows from her snow white wings
Like a queen on her throne

The pelican family is truly content