*** THE FLAMINGO PARADE***
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A million collect for this pink extravaganza
I have preened my virgin self
Again and again, I am in my prime
I am ready for the mating bonanza
Of the pink parade.
One thousand young heads raise high
The more I raise my head
The more pinkier I become,
The more suitors it will drum
Without the moon or roses.
The eyes must flash its signal of love
In this multitude of sameness,
Birds of a feather
We are the same but not the same,
Our call and aroma are our own.
This male stops me dead
Entwines his neck, mmmmmm
Then gives a peck, mmmmmm I’m struck
He smells so masculine, I flutter my eyes
He gives a stare and chirps ‘We are a pair yes’
‘Yes yes yes, ’ I flap my wings and
I do quivering things, I feel born again.
We waste no time to claim our plot
A nest we must start to build,
For when I receive his seed of life
It carries in the core of its cell,
The genetic code of our babies
Form doth dwell.
All is sewn up in the Flamingo of love,
Love of each other
Love of the flock so broad
Love of our new born and
Most love of all to the might
OF the love of the Lord
I agree with Lynda..your word imagery does not need a picture.. a super poem Ken
Beautiful imagination...beautifully written piece...love and mutual sex attraction between creatures- both- get glorified in your write, Ken
a beautiful, celebratory poem to enjoy
What a lovely write Ken, you don't need a picture with all this imagery, I can picture it myself.
A wonderfully woven verse in the words of a female flamingo. You have a keen sense of observation. The last two lines steal the show.
this is a great story from the female flamingo.