Majesty

Major mallard floating.
Marine marinade.
Pigeons, pelicans swooping
Into open mouths.
Foods' desire tackling little pieces of flotsam.
Drifting by the docks,
Flocks of screaming geese.
They know no shame as the lift themselves up high.
On wings, they form their noble V.
To scan the unknown,
Before and after.
They fly home,
While hawks hide somewhere,
Holding back their cry.