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Listening To the Pelican's Plight
What brought me to this sullen shore... is not sheer curiousity at all, but an equivocal question too hard to be answered even by those whose minds are so cultured! Pelicans swarm the February's frigid sky over the bay... like clumsy butterflies greeting a spring's day; it's past sunrise, and all clouds catch on fire, fleeting to the western sky to avoid the infernal dire! I take a brisk walk adventuring in the gelid wind's blows... as the agitated waves indicate an imminent storm; unafraid , I lean over the fortress's stones with hands so cold, to feel the vengefulness of a sea frightening all humans! It's Saturday mid-morning, I hear a shrill filled with emotion, and a shivering pelican comes close to where I stand; he doesn't want the crumbs in my generous hand, but understanding and much more compassion! If he could talk and tell of his plight so unspeakable... I'd listen and make a promise for his survival... where once limpid waters rolled so brightly, painted in gold by the solar glow, now they look too murky! Does he feel great animosity toward us... we, who build and destroy, kill and terrorize? And what made him turn to me so fearlessly; and will we, rulers of this earth, show hiim some mercy?
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