By Jean Paul Mazlymian
It sat solitary on the sand
It’s white feathers
and orange beak
visible to him
through the darkness.
It made sounds every so often
As if calling to another
But it would always
return to silence.
He wondered
why it was alone.
He stood up
inching closer
and crouching
It looked at him
He was near enough
to see its eyes
Two small beads
an eerie endless black.
Its eyes contrasted
the untainted white
of its feathers.
He moved in
until he was close enough
To reach out
And touch it
In a moment
it stood up
And flew away.
With outstretched wings,
it flew over the dark waves,
higher into the night sky,
becoming
a distant shadow.
Copyright© 2020 by Jean Paul Mazlymian
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