A pelican that yawns skimming the sea,
And splashes when his bill catches a crest;
A fledgling owlet tumbles from a tree;
An eagle lands, but overshoots its nest;
The imprint of a dove in window dust,
When wounded pride’s the only injury;
These graceful creatures clearly can’t be fussed,
To find amusement in lost dignity.
For them, such errors can mean life or death,
But thankfully, not even evolution
Can shield from chaos creatures that draw breath;
Perhaps to laugh is mankind’s contribution.
And those who watch the antics of the crows
Know humor’s not exclusively bestowed.