I'm on ocean themes still, so bear with me
My favourite sea bird,
Is handsome as can be,
In his black and white tuxedo,
As proud as he can be.
He doesn't squabble much like other birds,
He's quiet and graceful all the time,
And nothing can really describe his majesty,
Not even a poem or rhyme.
He is the Australian Pelican,
In all his finery,
A large but graceful bird,
Seen on land and sea.
He soars upon the gentle breezes,
His passing calls your eyes to stare,
Where moments ago there was only plain blue sky,
Now there is beauty there.
I love to photograph them,
Eating and at play,
I find them rather calming,
They take my blues away.
On the river at dusk,
With their heads raised to the sky,
They seem to be welcoming the moon,
With their clickings and their cries.
Under a Pelican Moon,
The picture is black, white, grey and pink,
Their gracefulness astounds me,
'ARE they welcoming the moon' do you think?
It's an important part of my seaside holiday,
To see and know these graceful birds,
My heart and soul take note of all,
And record all that I have heard.
They are one of nature's gifts,
Conquerors of the rivers and seas,
I still haven't really told you,
How much they mean to me.
How long after you are gone will ripples remain as evidence that you were cast into the pool?
(Daughter of Mystery)