The Land of Flamingoes

Gondolla drifted high in azure, sun setting for set, in twilight, I pored down, with an uneasy frown, the sight that caught me, made me startle and had the excitement fought, it was a feathery pink that appeared like blob, in some shallow waters, flamingoes, long necked and delicate, were in long queues and herds, taking a dip, or a thirsty sip, some bathed, other in mud caked, it was so beautiful, that with my poring sight, my weight also poured, and it poured where it should not, right out of gondolla, the rum that was working, sprung up the adrenalin, and I pushed button of my small wings, but landing was tough, and with a big thud, among pink realm, that whitened, with fright and frisk, I had landed in shallow waters, I collected and enjoyed, the pink and white beauty, for hours, before I realized, I was among strangers, flamingoes noticed me,alerted of me and now ignored me, I soon realized that I needed a rescue out of the pink, as pink was pretty but I had to return to my jetty, after three days I got a vehicle, and returned, after having all the pink in the world earned.