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Eleanor Rigby Mar 2015
A cockatiel lives in my ribcage
and maybe it should
come out and tell me about
the pain it swallows
and turns into songs,
songs for everybody to hear.

I am fine with it there most
of the time, really.
But sometimes at night my pretentious
heart gets tired and I want
to tear it up and set the bird free.
There's nothing that can save me.


F.Z.**N
Brian Oarr Feb 2012
Black lake reflects a trail of ivory plumes,
Cockatiel's alabaster tail of feathers.
Such loveliness can only be the moon's,
Which skinny-dips in lunar altogethers.

Raccoons catch fish along the shore,
Fastidious paws clutching their prizes.
She paddles her canoe with silent oar,
Observing nature's soft nocturne disguises.

Silhouetted loons rock low upon the waves,
Asleep till sunlight sets them to their songs.
Her wake bisects the path the moon engraves,
As wilderness whispers tranquilly she belongs.

She'll stay the night foregoing comfort fire,
Moonlight enough by which to pitch a tent.
And come tomorrow should anyone inquire,
No trace reveals her overnight encampment.
Elsbeth Poe  Nov 2013
I Hair Tail
Elsbeth Poe Nov 2013
The boys were allergic
But before Dad came along
Mom had always been a cat whisperer

I saw her do it at a party once
Tongue rolling
Fingers twitching
From across the room
The little panther was entranced

Burn worthy witchcraft
I knew she had a way with birds
But this was something new
Something foreign and beautiful

Surprise surprise
It was a black kitty cat Halloween
Mom cut out ears to attach to my headband
Then drew dark brown eyeliner whiskers
With a triangle on the tip of my 6 year old nose
All in black
Part ninja
Part cat

We were off
Brother and sister
Pillowcases in hand
Noticing my lack of tail Mom called me back

She reached into the costume box and grabbed a long dark braid
With one swift tuck into the back of my pants
An instant flawless feline emerged ready to make her debut
And boy did I play the part

Prancing back from the hunt
There she was silhouetted in the doorway
Tongue rolling
Fingers twitching

******* on sweet tarts
I didn't stand a chance

A family of actors
"Mom, look what I found! Can we keep it?"
They each took turns petting the newest addition
And Dad let out a convincing sneeze

A life I could get used to
Tick Tock the cockatiel
Had better watch her back

E.Poe
*Oct 2012
Dreaming
Suddenly awoke
Dream remains in my memory, this vision that spoke only shared a significance of animals
In dreams dogs and kittens
Wake to a bird on a perch bright yellow in colour so vivid so sharp could almost touch it
Swung from the wall back and forth from its perch three times
Fourth transformed into a tropical fish black with bright yellow mark curling towards it's tail
Head was in awe visions many times before but so alive it could of been there
Head kept saying bird was a parrot
No I told myself not a parrot
I recognize
- a cockatiel
Yes a cockatiel
Part of the parrot family apparently
Message in the vision
From the heart
to
transformation
Strangerous Apr 2023
Aldous the cockatiel lives in a cage,
and loves it -- he’s comfortable there, and vague
enough to sleep while a man would linger

nearby, free, uneasy, watching the fingers
enwrap themselves in invisible knots,
tighter, tighter, with every sweep of the clock.
© 1983 by Jack Morris
Geraldine Taylor Jun 2017
The aardvark who was ashamed looked at the floor

The ant that was angry banged on the door

The bee who was bold ventured on a quest

The bear who was bored drew upon his vest



The cat that was calm never entered rage

The cockatiel who was content sung in his cage

The crocodile that was cheerful looked very pleased

The deer who was disgusted brushed against the trees



The dog who was delighted wagged his tail high

The eagle that was envious soared across the sky

The goat that was grateful helped a near farmer

The gorilla that was glad ate his banana



The giraffe who was grumpy didn’t like the day

The horse who was happy galloped all the way

The jaguar that was jealous ran away far

The monkey who was mad jumped upon a car



The parrot that was proud brought aloud his voice

The snake that was sad made a poor choice

The seahorse that was silly caused a lot of strife

The tiger that was thankful loved to enjoy life



Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
sandra wyllie Sep 11
like a steel needle stuck
in the track of a record on
the old Victrola. But now it's like
cherry cola without the fizz. I've

broken into pieces these words
of his. The reds and the blues I've cut
like tile and let them fall in a pile
on top of my dresser drawer. I can pave

a path to Bangor with the yellows
and the black, and trace my way
back to the day. The grey cockatiel
flying around my head repeats,

repeats. His words bled/out my eyes,
nose and ears. And has not stopped
in all these years. A mosaic
of his face warped in time and space.

— The End —