we were watching a program about birds,
and there was the white pelican.
the narrator tells us that
the worlds a different place now,
so this birds gotta change.
beaks against nets and boats
oil, plastics,
all kinds of drastic
to keep up.
survivors swallow adaptation.
hunger suggests you change.
so the pelicans, they found that they could
feed on the chicks of other birds.
they changed their flight pattern
and their diet.
acceptance with no feathered riot.
they hover over the ground,
abandon the sea.
they change i guess you could say instinctively.
i hover over my own thoughts, which are wings to me,
and i ask
what will be on my plate in later years?
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