~ "Flamingos in pink plumes, spread all that silken fluff; pink ripples in air."~
A moorhen gaily skips, light on its feet;
Landing on one lily pad, then to another.
Its bright red beak, a treat,
A beauty in black fur in the pond yonder.
Looks like she's walking on the water.
The egret has grace.
Amongst water cress it wades.
Snow white feathers on his back,
Hanging in a drape.
This beauteous form, frog stares;
Looks dazed, then it leaps away.
Willow droops to caress the water,
Calmly floats the mallard in mist.
3rd place in the contest
For Constance La France The Rambling Poet's
Contest~ "For ( Four) Beautiful Birds"
Written by Gautami Phookan
April 27, 11