A Penguin Poem (redux)

the webbed toes
gave it all
away but
there was always
the willingness
to look
towards the
horizon
tall orange mixed
in with a
blue
that just
goes
and goes
"ruffled feathers
are a sign
of agitation"
they would mutter
to each other
under their
breaths
that were all
too easy
to see
and feel
their khaki
pants matched
the blood in
their veins

the water
was cold
even though we
had ordered
for no ice
just straws but

they still
plunged in
black beaks held
forward
like starter's
pistols

the water
would have felt
refreshing
but it didn't