When pelicans are flying low,
With open beaks they say “Hello”
To any fish they gladly see
That could provide a tasty tea,
For like a furry flippered seal,
They do enjoy a fishy meal.
So after taking time to greet,
These hungry birds prepare to eat,
(While under beaks, there hangs a store
For extra, should they want some more).
Then up they rise to sail the sky:
Their beaks too full to say “Goodbye”!
- Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #28
Monty says: I wanted to get both greetings and goodbyes into a single poem, but the result promised to be rather long. I tried using a short telephone call for content, but wasn’t satisfied with the outcome, so contrived a brief encounter of familiar creatures at the seaside.