Keep the formation
The flying pelican flapped its wings,
Cruising on the green southern beach;
Fly to the tranquility of Swan River.
Forging, head and tail through the hazy sky.
The transparent blue mirror plate is calling.
They rotate in the thick fog on the calm water.
Slide slowly,
Their feet spread out and peeled off the shiny surface.
In the cold current, the calm sea water began to fade.
A broken reflex.