Flamingo


They are all standing silently –
Neon Pink.
Last drink from the bottle
As the wind whips them in a lazy frenzy.
The Zoo emptying
Out
After a quiet Fall afternoon.

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The Sleepcoat League

Armchair anthropologist, sometime scribe, freelance philosopher, amateur artist, part-time poet, musical maven, alliteration aficionado.

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