Pink or orange or white
Flamingoes wade
In pigmented glades
Pecking, biting, swallowing
And aqueous bacteria-
Pink or orange; not white.

If squirrels were like
Tree-climbing flamingos
Their oakish tidbits
Would dye their fur
With tree-like pigments
As they scramble
Headfirst on oaks and pine
Their wooly tails
Poise skittish ascents
As their colors converge-
Red or black or brown.

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