Deep inside her
lives her ancestor
yearning for the
ancient habitat yet
she strives to adapt
herself to the new haven
like a shy child at the
new foster home

Her perpetual blush
turns gold, drenched in
sunlights and praises
her image mirrored in
the dark water below

Studying her lovely reflection,
she apprehends all about it
If every birth has a purpose
So does a flamingo’s

(Photo by Rose Rohlfing Pennel
Poem by Byung A. Fallgren.  Byungafallgren.wordpress.com.)