Pelican

She hangs upon the breeze
As if by invisible wires,
The moving water all she sees
She stares below, she never tires,
The wind is all she needs
And eyes to see a silvery fin,
Bright flash and down she dives
A fish inside her beak of skin,
She throws her head aback
And swallows whole her prey,
Hunting here is how she lives
She floats and dives ,it is her way,
She loves to fly, she soars and sails
She floats and dives,she banks and glides,
Her house contains no doors or walls,
Just blue seas and skies, where she resides.
October 2003