All you could hear was the birds high shrill
The flamingos stood on their matchstick legs
They were feeding on shrimps within the lakes dregs.
Black headed seagulls flying on high
The pink flamingos were down below
They were striking a pose, putting on a show.
As I rested my mind in another place
Then a vision I did see
A beautiful woman appeared to me.
My heart beat faster than it ever had
Her skin looked smooth and very fair
I tried my best not to stare.
I had to check if I was awake
She wasn’t walking as one would
She was floating... yes she could!
Dropping her shawl so her shoulders were bared
She walked right in and with the flamingos she stood
She was standing amongst them, she looked so good.
They encircled her front and rear
With their long necks they nuzzled her arms
They appreciated her womanly charms.
They obviously loved her very much
She stroked and she hugged as they stood still
As if hypnotised they did her will.
There is more to tell my reader friends
Where three flamingos had once been
Now there were four that could be seen!
Had it all been one big fake?
I stood and turned to walk away
That’s when I heard a flamingo say....
My flamingos I will not forsake
I turned back and looked to see
Who it was that had spoken to me.
It lifted its wings without a sound
“I’m the Lady of the Lake” it said once more
And into the sky it did soar...
A Poem by Chris Christodoulou 5.02.2018
Abridged by Anja Michael