You sit on the dock next to your mate,

A shrill call comes out of your being.

Fish coming in, fish coming in…

Gather around mates!

Dive in undulating waves to slurp up food.

There’s enough mates, enough mates!

I sit with my window view.

I admire your pluck and freedom to soar.

I imagine I have taken wing.

I soar with you.

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