Bodega

Bodega

A Pelican swoops
Sure of its catch
Then lumbers back into the sky

A seal bobs to the surface
then another
and yet a third
like apples
in a party barrel.

Now the gull family has arrived
screeching,
darting for a scrap
chased away by Lucy, my dog

I am waiting
That first sighting
Far off
Threading her way through the ocean
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God must have looked at his plans for man
Decided he could better
And before He took rest
Created the Blue whale.