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.