I delve into the black and whites,
Flipping and flapping, my wings like kites.
Oh dear! The flight is not my ability,
I compensate with my love and agility.
I love the warmth of Summer,
Rolling on the liquid ice, my skin turns umber.
My desires fulfilled and I am happy;
Flooded by the Sun, I am energetic and snappy.
I jump and hump, bray and honk,
Looking for a mate and a bonk.
My happiness, my excitement, my life,
In summer, I seek my spiritual wife.
You ask, a Penguin likes the Sun?
Not many but I do.
I live free, not underground;
The melody of freedom has a soothing sound.
-Anand Bora