A LONELY PELICAN

Trolling the shore-line,

All alone

Watching, looking and fishing,

Vigilant to the rule of nature.

In the cycle of life

One never becomes just another

Place to be refilled in the food-chain.

Watching, I somehow find myself

A companion, a brethren,

Walking in each other�s steps,

And yet, I alone in this cell

Not considered pelican beautiful

But a preditor, unique perhaps,

Yet all alone on the misty shore

Of the human food-chain.

Darrell B. Grayson 8.03