Pelicans

I watch a line of pelicans slip sleekly through the sky.
They always look so elegant when flying way up high.

But when they land, their elegance gets lost without a trace;
it seems a pack of bumbling clowns is waddling in their place.

 

 

 

This poem was first published inĀ Blast Off, Issue No. 2, The School Magazine, March 2018.