When I get home I read that they starve their babies,
feeding only the biggest fledgeling,
that boy pelicans attract girl pelicans
by throwing sticks and dead fish into the air,
that they kill other birds,
pinning them underwater till they drown,
and they have invaded Indonesia.
I can imagine them at K-Mart,
lining up to buy the singlets, the boxers,
the stubby holders,
the temporary tattoos.
How soft I feel in front of them,
how tender hearted and pulpy,
sipping my latte,
perambulating my undersized young.