Though it is such a beautiful pristine night, puffy fluffy sky

a pelican had soaked spaghetti like limbs mangled and dangled

thrusting thyself forward to comfortably drown in wet frozen crystals

[I am a life I am blinking] Your feathers were flapping frosted and numbed

Oh I bet the water was stinging yet pleasing - 656 55 3-4 the elderly woman said

her kind soul with a phone number for SPCA wildlife rescue and rehabilitation

the pelican is near death, I divulged with envy for that wave drowning you in warmth