Insensible Baboons Hunt Delicate Flamingos Poem by Marieta Maglas

Insensible Baboons Hunt Delicate Flamingos

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Flamingos survive in the causticity of the volcanic lakes.
Their beaks skim tiny algae from the water's surface
And watch out for predators like jackals to make
Their mud-cone nest and to hold the eggs in that space.


These birds are graceful while dancing in the light.
Bend long necks and make gestures with the wings.
Run back and forth, then, swiftly take a flight
And wheel around the lakes as searching for new things.


They recall the myth of the Phoenix, that immortal bird
That disappeared in the flames to rise from the ashes.
This way, from a predecessor, the life is transferred
In a new shape flaming against the light of the eyes.


A sky of pinkish-white wings, a rain of black feathers
Mean their flies in searching for Africa, Iran, or Spain.
They hide from marabou storks and Egyptian vultures.
Against leopards and Cheetahs, they complain.


Living in the mangrove swamp or in the lagoon,
They eat diatoms, seeds, crustaceans, and algae.
Their vocalizations come as jazz songs under the moon.
Caribbeans and Chileans rear chicks in the river valleys.


Splendid flamingos like ambrosia in the light of the day
Are extremely gregarious while living in high colonies.
Known as social birds, so many tales they want to say
About 'head-flagging' and about 'wing zealots' policies.


The Hamadryas baboon is a bizarre type of monkey
Originating from Saudi Arabia and Yemen; this big child
Is a brute preferring the rocky desert; when it is funky,
It becomes an intelligent primate endangered in the wild.


Fluffy coats are his sexy, brown-haired females whilst
He tries to be a husband and silvery are his shoulders.
Makes his order with his face wrinkled and hairless
During eating meat, or grass, or insects, or lizards.


Dominates up to ten females for order while playing,
Forming clans, settling bands, then holding troops.
Flocks to the lake, wanting to grab a meal after hunting,
In the summer, one of the new flamingos' groups.


Searches for an individual that stands out from the crowd
And resides on the edge of the flock, quite individualistic.
Any outsider living by his own standards, standing proud,
Pays no attention to the baboon's skills, never artistic.


Nature is so surprisingly close to the moral world,
In which, the humans dwell with a lot of similarities.
As an individual, this flamingo becomes socially hurled
While hiding in a colony to protect from the enemies.


In connection with them, over these characters, we pore.
Any weak person can certainly cease easily, and so on.
Ends to be like the flamingo on the adage that more
Than any other fellow runs from the hungry baboon.

Thursday, February 1, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: animals,artistic work,birds,dance,males
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bri Edwards 26 March 2018

i glanced at your 'bio'. i read your poem. it is not not a poem, but it seems more like a natural history paper...........with some rhyming and broken up into stanzas. i liked it, but i'd like it better if it had 'more', 'more' humor, or more 'sexy-humor' or more 'humorous ', OR 'all of that'! ! ! i wonder if you practice medicine as enthusiastically as you seem to practice poetry. bri ;) p.s. what do you mean by insensible and funky? ?

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Seamus O Brian 28 February 2018

There is so much interesting detail in this piece. And I enjoyed how you mirrored the nature of humanity by the actions of the animals. There is wisdom everywhere, if we will look to find it.

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Marieta Maglas

Marieta Maglas

Radauti, Judet Suceava, Romania
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