A Four-Square at Sunrise

Eight big pelicans,
thinking about their day.
Whether to dive for breakfast,
or to just go out and play.

Eight big pelicans,
staring toward the heavens.
One flew off to see his gal,
and that left only seven.

Six big pelicans,
asking..."To flee or not to flee?"
A trio took to the airwaves,
leaving only three.

Two big pelicans,
at the rising of the sun...
decided to join the others...
so, on the mast...there were none.

We picked Merrick, my daughter Karen, and S-I-L Doug up at the airport at 2 p.m. They are staying for 11 days, and Karen brought me Grandpa Jim's long lens. WOO-HOO, we're big in bidness!!!