Lone Flamingo

Why do I stand on one foot?

I am not an Ostrich, 

Nor do I bury my head into the sand 

For when I am scared, 

I stand on one foot.
Searching for a fellow white bird,

Loneliness has left me bleached.

I desire to be inked,

Pink, or yellow, like my beak

I take a glimpse at another,

Fantastically painted, I call her

But I stand on one foot.
Tall, I stretch up to the greenery

An orange, as alone as I

I found use for my elevated leg,

To bury this orange.

This is why, I stand on one foot.

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