Basking in the hot Aruban sun
Withdrawn from the othersHis long grayish, brown bill
Nestled upon his dark plumage
Every now and then he would blink
The others glided across the sea
Before plunging bill first, straight down
Scooping up their fill again and again
They plunged while this one remained perched
I wondered why he rested so far from the others
I questioned if he was older or an outcast from the flock
He stared at me motionless and I thought
So this is stillness on one happy island
Basking in the hot Aruban sun
Observing, not reacting to curious bystanders
Perhaps readying himself for a later hunt
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