Phlightless Bird

The dripping creature
Rockets out of the
Bone-chilling water.

And lands on the
Thick, frigid ice floor
Of its quiescent homeland.

Webbed feet waddle
Forward towards a land
Drenched in the acerbic odor of fish.

Ending its journey
In the warm, comforting flippers
Of its fellow flocculent friends.

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