-- by Jon Moore
Flitting shadows of three
Flapping cormorants
Race up the channel
Melting into thick air
As the squad gains altitude
Soon squad two arrives
Shadows rise
Black bodies flare
Into foggy skies
Drain plug pulled
Lagoon feeders stand frozen
In the depleting narrow streams
Staring between their legs
Ponder breakfast dreams
Off-shore pelly huddle
Sand bar hosts some twenty
From shore they are surfing
Or resting
Waiting as incoming waves
Wash their feet, igniting
A frenzied lift-off
Right here today on the Bo Bay
welcome back?
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