Last Look
Its beak is just above the oily mud.
Head resting on the thick sludge.
One black eye looks at us.
There is no accusation in that gaze.
No recriminatory stare,
not even a plea for rescue.
Only that dimming lens
that looks at a clean patch of sky.
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