Flamingo Geese Poem by Carole Cookie Arnold

Flamingo’s a rich pink color flock
Beside the artesian fed lake to mate
Every year the lake is fully stocked
Standing in groups sealing her fate.

The males huddle against the females
Their long necks sway in a mating dance
Opening their wings like flapping sails
Intimidating other males with a glance.

The third day the dances cease
Away they fly until next year
By dusk my lake fills with geese
I found my lake’s become a career.

Soon the mallards arrive for the winter
Leaves are dropping the tree’s go dormant
Temperatures sink as silence fills parameters
Always patterned in the same format.

Creation produced environmental habits
Multiplying and replenishing this earth
Developing all breeds who can cohabit.
Placing a price could never cover its worth.

Copyright©2006 Carole Cookie Arnold