Black Crow, White Swan & Pink Flamingo …. (another poem)

I.

Dental hygiene ain’t no concern
When you got so dang much to learn
Mud tracks one by one put down
Always said I was a corny clown
Push and pull and sweat the long hot day
Scope horizon views until they pay
Me, I grub and peck and poke
Me, ‘til I sees right through that smoke
Wily, clever, shy is she
Ain’t no point he says to sit in tree
Hop and dance your life away
Hope just to flight another day
Give me love and give me life
You can keep your uptight strife
Do da Do da – dance along
Do da Do da – sing along

II.

Positively exquisite breathtaking Being
Brilliant white light, o’ what can it mean?
Gliding soft as evening air
Wistful poise without a care
He mounts her quick with wings aflame
She spreads like root within the game
Savage wild and free is he
She calm and quiet as quiet can be
Nesting twins absorb the night
‘Til dawn does touch with golden light
Grave and barren the world would be
If swans withheld that energy

III.

Pop stand pout perfects the pose
Of graceful curl within the toes
Straight and true this image stands
Subdued in thought, yet plunked in sand
Hyway mirth reveals some joke
Of posture keen beneath the yoke
Symbol now of mediocrity
Neon pink imposters be
O’ rare bird with such aplomb
Your beauty missed by some thick thumb
Your proud glory so fine to see
Resist the muck of humanity
Stand your ground forever tall
Neon fakes will surely fall