A seagull and anhinga sit
On
logs next to the pier,
Perhaps
preparing for a meal,
For
fish are likely here.
They
do a little grooming, but
They
mostly seem to sit,
Though
the anhinga opens up
His
mouth a little bit.
As
far as the anhinga goes,
I
think that’s what it is.
My
Google research said so;
I
am not a birding whiz.
The
seagull just flapped up and flew
And
left his friend behind,
Although
it doesn’t seem that the
Anhinga
seems to mind.
It’s
lovely sitting by the water,
Which
a barge just churned
And,
by the way, that seagull,
Just
this minute, has returned.
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