[Poetry] “A flock of flying hippos “

I can see a flock of flying hippos,

Painted in the colour of magic.

‘hippopotamus’ – a word, like a chuckle of an infant.

They whistle a melody of calm,

and I murmur into their ear

a spell of mischief; tickle their mind.

They will let me ride on them,

fly me to candyland, they promised.

Their eyes with a psychedelic twinkle;

Can you hear them jingle?

Can you hear this sound of magic?

Or is it just me and  the intimacy of this pill.