HOW HESITATING WE ARE, SWEET SISTER, SOMEWHAT LIKE THE FLAMINGO AS THEY GINGERLY TAKE ANOTHER STEP ON A SPINDLY LEG. THEY DANCE AROUND EACH OTHER AND SOON KNOW EVERY FEATHER. THEY KNOW HOW THE SUN SHINES OFF THE BLACK OF THEIR BEAK. THIS THEY KNOW WITHIN SECONDS OF SEEING EACH OTHER. HOW WE QUESTION, SWEET SISTER. WE INTEROGATE THE OTHER TO FIND STRENGTH OR THE CHINK IN THE ARMOR. WE, AS THEY DO WRAP OUR NECKS AROUND THE OTHER TO SEE THE FIT, THE GRACE THAT COMES WITH FITTING TOGETHER. HOW HESITATINGLY FLAMINGO WE ARE AS WE BEGIN THE DANCE OF THE SEASON. OUR SLENDER LEGS HOLD US, EVEN ON ONE. WE ARE HESITATING UNTIL WE KNOW EVERY FEATHER, THE WAY THE SUN SHINES OFF THE BEAK AND THE LOVELY COOING SOUND THAT ONLY YOU AND I CAN HEAR. copyright by Michael Forbus