Lake of Flamingos

 

The ultra-light makes for good time. 

Jungle below, so green for a while. 
Fifteen minutes back 
The elephants in line 
Took the evident path through.
Luxuriating on new foliage. 
From above, it was spectacular. 
Camera-clicking like crazy 
For Mustafa and myself. 
Seemingly we turn a corner. 
Expansive and at high level. 
Pink friends are everywhere. 
Multiplied thousands on the lake.
Upon their stilt legs 
Or suddenly taking flight 
In delighted swarming bunches. 

Impossible to absorb it all.
Mustafa takes us up higher 
God’s view perhaps 
Of a magnificent fraction 
Of what he has done in Africa. 
Pink and blue, pink and blue. 
Glad to be back. 
Now, might we land this baby 
For a hands-on encounter? 
Walk the shoreline? 
Flamingos.