A Vicious Pink
A flamboyance gathered at the lagoon.
Wading patiently for their briny food.
The sun arrived to gently wake the earth.
A warmth commenced to break night's curse...
All was quiet until the blue troupe stealthily arrived.
With blood and devils in their eyes...
The stalk quickly evolved into chase.
For its the will of brutes to snap the neck of grace...
A baboon king proudly struts about,
pink feathers lining its vicious mouth.
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