Oh, struggling white Pelican what happened to you?
Your entire body is covered in murky, copper goo!
Floundering, who ran to your side in rescue?
The experts knew. A decision in question be life or
sacrifice for you.
Oh, social seabird fashioned by God found flopping
in blue Gulf coastal waters.
Your troubled eyes blankly stare in shock, while
unable to preen your down oily block.
Strong wind currents echo from buoy-to-buoy a
fractured mishap at sea that has prematurely
altered your life story.
Oh, big elastic pouch bird, who lands clumsily, but a
graceful sight to see in flight.
A agile pelican who use to pluck fish out the sea for
your brood to feed.
However, these days the expert team must carry
you away.
Why? Your oily wings are compromised and you
can not fly.
For me I feel anxiety as I search the blue sky, not
seeing or hearing your cry. My tears slosh against
my eye sockets like the tide washing upon the
seashore.
My grapple is with the number 594 plus more, all
oily birds, who lost the battle for survival.
But, what will happen to the American White
Pelican erythronrhynchos tomorrow? Baffled, my
head sinks lower in sorrow...
P.S. There are many things today that we must contemplate.
Photographer Credit: Tom Curtis
www.freedigitphotos.net/images
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