Majestic cormorant sitting high on your throne
Sea sprayed unperturbed and wind blown
Observing the world of yours unchanged
Mysteries of what your thinking not explained
Wings to fly yet you sit there watching
Tail twitching against the wind switching
Do you notice me watching back?
Is there nothing which you do lack?
Bird of elegance bird of style
As you wait for the tide to change
You stand there all the while
To you none of this seems strange
Sky of blue, sea of azure clouds floating by
I sit and watch you for hours..with no wonder why
I ponder what your next moves are
How high you will fly, how far?
Yet there you stay, at the horizon you stare
On your throne of rock carved by the sea
How I would like to be like you, do I dare?
Majestic, sleek, patient and wise I would be…
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