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.

© Kristin Martin 2018

This poem was first published in Blast Off, Issue No. 2, The School Magazine, March 2018, and then was published again in my poetry book, To Rhyme or Not to Rhyme? (Glimmer Press, 2019).