The Evolution Of Multi-Tasking Poem by Marc Mannheimer

black wings, outstretched
glistening in the sun;
orange beak
testing, tasting the air

I noticed something new
today, about this bird (species
unknown)

I already knew that after a dive for fish,
it dries its wings,
hanging them out in the sun,
feathers seperated at the bottom
like fingers,
the slick black shining in the sunlight

what I saw anew
with this dark brother of the flock
is that while airing his wet clothing,
he simultaneously searches
the water on whose shore he is standing,
coaxing the wind with his head,
teasing the air with sight, with smell
for his next catch