Caribou’s Marabou

The Caribou’s Marabou was a strange sort indeed.

And they met on the night of some New Years Eve,

At a party so decadent, that cake slid from the walls,

And chandeliers lay shattered, amongst dancing hooves and paws.

Although the Caribou’s shoes clattered in a Tango-esque way,

Towards the stork so captivating, that inspired him to say,

“Would you dance with me here, and tell me tales that you know?”

To which the twice divorced stork replied “I will dance with you Deer, but let’s put on a show!”

So they danced alongside each other, with a piercing gaze from each,

So unique from one another, and so intriguing in speech.

“You want to know of me, I can tell, but you are confused by me, I can see..”

“You have so many contradicting elements, and yet together they sing, unapologetically!”

“What have I to apologise for?! For I have lived a live for me!”

“And this is why you dazzle dear, this is why you are so free!”

The strutting stork smiled, oh so knowingly, she'd appeared to have found a new admirer, a husband no.3.

The Caribou grinned smoothly, oh so moosily, and thought about how he'd never met another one as she.

So he bowed his crown, nearly upside down, and invited his new bird to tea.

Fin.