Member Poem

Flamingos flocking to one pond
A gathering of love and grace they are all fond
Of each other immediately, at first sight they know
that the march ended and the cat has released them from its paw

No more birdy bird snatch, pack, stack
They will soar on high clouds all through summer
they will know no lack
nor fear, not until winter

The sun bathes lakes and water evaporates
An unseen swish and the flamingos co-operate
They soar on wings all through summer
and they cause the biggest take-over