I am Brown Pelican. 

I live peacefully in southern coastal waters.

I hunt fish with my piercing eagle eyes and large bowl of a bill.

I can sit, stoic, on dock posts for hours. I am Digesting.  I am Observing.  I see quite a lot.

I see ships and boats and dolphins and planes.

I see storms and heat and magnanimous sunsets.

I am Brown Pelican. 

I am key chains and T shirts and vacation packed memories.

I soar as I hunt, my great feathered wings hovering inches from water.

I feel the foam of the sea. I feel the mist in my face.  I see my pray.

I dive.

I am Brown Pelican.

... I feel so heavy.

I sting. I sting!

I can barely move or breathe.

I am caught in something thick. 

Now I cannot move.

I am hungry.

I am weak.

I am Brown Pelican.

I am Brown.

I am.

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