Coming of flamingos

Coming of Flamingos

When the flamingo’s come

I will be, waiting for you?

My dreams are full of Good times,

of you and me

If not, you find a place

You can still perch on me.

Plenty of them to capture

And cage you as a testimony

Who will walk close to you?

But shy away, when you cannot fly

I understand, your laugh is a wile

I will be there, still waiting for you

Handful with treats and,

Pleasant memories

When it’s time to depart

Do not say bye

For it clouds the hope of a pink sky