Tanka For the Birds
He soars to the sky;
a lady bird is watching,
so while plummeting,
he twists magnificently;
not quite an “old” buzzard yet
Tall necks upward stretch.
Long slender legs start to move.
Synchronization
is the flamingo’s tune when
the beach becomes a dance floor.
Jan. 21, 2019 for Anthony Slausin's Buzzards And Flamingos Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2019
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