WHISTLING SHADE |
I look a pelican straight
in the eye, and he looks at me.
Wings wrapped close,
he perches on a dock.
I stand near a clock,
tick tock.
He watches my every move.
A wisp of fishing line dangles
from his body-length beak.
"I've seen dinosaurs," he tells me,
"and I am going to be around
for a long time."
And I say,
"Oh, I'm not sure
about we humans
of short-term vision."
He adds, "I see just fine.
I have to start fishing now."
I say, "I think you should
because those fish
may be gone before
either one of us
knows it."