Puffins
Puffins
PUFFINS
Fizz, whizz, wings a blur
like tiny helicopter blades,
so busy, intent, skimming the waves,
a wriggle, a glint in their beaks.
Sea parrot, clown of the sea,
so comical and sad with red and yellow beak
all flattened and squashed,
smart in a tuxedo with bright orange legs
Fizz whizz, wings a blur,
a puffin shoots out of his burrow
as if from a cannon,
the whole sky his tent top.
Fizz whizz, wings a blur,
diving for sand-eels.
Imagine: sixty-two in one beak,
packed head to tail like sardines.
Harr, harr comes a throaty cackle
from deep in their burrows.
They make me laugh. How sad
if there were no more puffins.