Psittacine Standup

December 4, 2019 § Leave a comment


I bought myself a parrot
A kaleidoscope of tropical hues

Bleeding from jungle flowers

  I tried to teach her to talk:

 “Pretty bird”
“Pieces of Eight”
“I love you”
“Scotch and soda”

She just squawks
She flaps her clipped wings
She makes a mess

Yet each time I try,
Each time I try returning her to the pet store,
She talks me out of it

Where Am I?

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