To the lapping of tiny waves,
we walk by the lake in the winter sunshine
looking for pelicans.
Above the rustling of the reeds,
we hear the traffic on the distant road
speeding on journeys.
Black swans,
beating their white-tipped wings,
take off and circle
to return to a graceful splashdown.
Stiff-legged stilts,
wading through the shallows,
peck at their food
and ignore the bobbing ducks.
Long-necked cormorants,
spreading their wings,
dry in the sun
and prepare for their next dive.
Waves lap,
reeds rustle,
distant drivers speed past,
uncaring that we find no pelicans.
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600 points, ended August 24, 2007, 13 entries
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this was simply lovely...and i hope people realize what we are doing to natures habitat...peace and harmony...desi
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