Psittacine Standup

December 4, 2019 § Leave a comment

Parrot

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

Swan

October 20, 2017 § Leave a comment

swan

I have nothing against the duck

They are very well and good

The emerald sheen on the mallard head

In the flesh or a decoy of wood

Yet sometimes they hint of discarded old shoes

On the banks filthy and wet

Then in glides the swan and all that is foul

We are obliged to forget

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