Puffins
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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. |