Birds by the River
I think it’s a cormorant
Spreading its wings,
Just waiting to see what
This afternoon brings.
It sits on a log on
The riverbed’s bank,
Its beak poking into
Its chest, neck and flank.
I’m on a bench watching
The bird do its thing
And wond’ring how long
It will wait to take wing.
It has no awareness
That I’m even here
And doesn’t display
Any interest or fear.
A pigeon, however,
Just strutted right by
And stopped for a snack,
But I couldn’t comply.
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