He patrols a restaurant parking lot , -
living on fries , buns & the occasional hot dog ..
The roar of traffic made him long for the sea ..
The sand , the salty water and the ocean breeze ..
His perch was secure enough ,
his enemies were few ..
He ran with the crows & the buzzards by the-
light of the moon ..
Traffic jams reminded him of schools of whiting-
and mullet ..
How he prayed for fresh crab in his gullet ..
He had a notion to put a plan into motion ..
To drop these dietary concoctions here in Atlanta-
for the delicacies of the 'Gulf' ..
Life can be carefree then life can turn rough ....
Sometimes a good plan in just not enough ..
Be on the lookout for a pelican or two ,
I'd bet there's a few in your town too !