Three Line Lunch: Pacific Bird Trio

a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 161

Pacific Bird Trio

Hawk soars in a royal circle above bluffs, gently descends, rises on sure wings, banks.
Pelican unexpectedly majestic glides like a B52 bomber on still wings high above surf.
Gulls flap and flap, flap and coast, herky-jerky fliers, low above water along bluff face.