Theme in Yellow
I spot the hills With yellow balls in autumn. I light the prairie cornfields Orange and tawny gold clusters And I am called pumpkins. On the last of October When dusk is fallen Children join hands And circle round me Singing ghost songs And love to the harvest moon; I am a jack-o'-lantern With terrible teeth And the children know I am fooling.
Ode to a Flamingo
By Billie Daddario
Oh, you brightly colored bird ,
Your neck twisted and bent like the letter S
You stand so quiet with sun making you look like a sun burnt tourist.
Your head bobs too heavy for your neck
Now you balance on one leg, you bend and
Scoop water with oversized beak
You are my favorite bird, because you’re just like me
Nothing looks like it should work,
But it does.