Poetry

Morning Flight

Gliding along
Low over the wave-tops
In a tight cluster of
Thirty or forty
Wings outspread
The black edges
In high contrast
With the pale brown
And white of their bodies
They dip out of view
And reappear perched
Like tiny statues
Atop the rocks

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