Phalacrocorax pygmeus


The halcyons
have had their week.
It is now a sharp cold time,
for these southern shores,
frost and ice and stalactites.
The gulls take shelter
in the sea lake,
and a lone seabird
head like a periscope
skirts around, ignoring them.

Fish are plenty.

It is a pigmy condor,
wintering on my shores,
making hundred yard dives
when I speak to him.
Hard to be friends.