Pelicans

I was walking at Loggerhead sunset in search of some heart-shaped sea shells when two pelicans came into my view each plunging into the ocean for what appeared their quest for dinner one flew back out to the sand we looked at each other him with those beady little eyes we were wondering about each other he never took his eyes off of me I pondered whether or not he could be injured and I have not a clue what he thought of me I watched as he managed to turn his head completely around in the other direction and begin to scratch his back with his long beak and I thought wouldn't it be nice if we humans could do that I sat there quietly captivated by his beauty and then he fluttered his wings like a boat that's been idling getting ready to go full throttle but he was only drying them out I waited for what seemed a very long time the pelican was in no hurry and so I was thinking he might have gotten some oil on his wings he kept looking at me with those sweet eyes as if to say I trust you and he continued washing himself then to my amazement the fluttering began again but more aggressively it seemed as if this time he was really leaving for good I wished he'd stay I thought when all of a sudden with no goodbye on his part he took off in a most graceful flight and I was left there alone, but in awe that I had encountered a pelican in all its beauty and I felt as though he had come for me.
Note:
"Pelicans" was first intended to be a poem. After much contemplation, I left it as a prose, one that requires a few deep breaths while reading. I thought, if William Faulkner in all his brilliance could write as if there were no end, so might I.