#parrots
Dry earth, a parched and weary soul
takes blessing from the rain and seeks to drink its fill,
to wash its dusty face among the leaves where parrots call,
startled by the fall, they scream in harsh defiance of a laden sky
and fly to shelter fluffed and wet, in outrage at the dripping trees,
which bend and tease and wave their hands in damp delight
shivering and dancing at the power of the passing shower
a green and most entrancing sight
Feb 5
Feb 5, 2026 at 4:58 AM UTC
The parrot has 3 billion neurons in its brain
We have 86 billion
And most of mine are busy
forming unhelpful pathways
Misleading my good intentions.
Still, 3 billion neurons
seems like enough room for a few
unruly pathways
The parrot can repeat phrases
Which we thought to be
pretty cool
So we trapped him
and put him in a cage
And in our living rooms
Alone
The parrot knows how to survive happily
Within his world
Within his world, with 30 others of his kind
And a partner for life.
In his world
he would fly with his flock
To trees to pick fresh fruit
Now he perches on his own
And picks dry fruit out of a bowl.
In his world
he would prune his partners feathers
He would look after her
And she him
Now he perches on his own
And prunes his feathers
until there are none left.
Its an unhelpful neuro pathway, you see?
Some form of OCD?
Maybe its a way to cope?
Maybe its the brain spiralling
Trying to figure out what to do
Because it can't be a parrot anymore
It has to learn to be a toy
A talking point
And the parrot doesn't know how to be that
He only knows how to be a parrot
Nov 5, 2020
Nov 5, 2020 at 12:42 PM UTC
Hundred green parrots,
On a tamarind treetop;
Sit in dense silence!
Dec 29, 2018
Dec 29, 2018 at 6:02 AM UTC
I know for sure
That if the pretty poet had a life
So long as parrots,
This collection of poetry,
So small compared to others,
Would have been filled with soothing dreams,
Scented with the smell of sweet flowers
Growing in the wide meadows,
Where slender nymphs do live
And little nightingales,
Singing great songs.
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 3:12 PM UTC
on the tree's denuded boughs
a flight of parrots did land
to take rest before flying
o'er the riverbed
Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 7:22 PM UTC
I got dumped on by a blue jay
While out sitting in my yard
The fact that I'm a Tigers fan
Made the bombing rather hard
I do not like the red birds
I mean, the team can't pitch or hit
But, I'm sure that if I pick on them
One will fly by me and ****
The Orioles, I do not like
I guess you've got the scoop
If I pick on them as well
One will fly by me and ****
There's a ball team down in Mexico
The parrots, to them I'll tip my cap
Because you know, if I 'dis them
One will fly overhead and crap
There are other teams named after birds
I don't know them all...do you?
So, I will let them off the hook
In case one comes by to pooh!
May 28, 2017
May 28, 2017 at 9:57 AM UTC
See this hollow trunk here,
It houses a parrot family now,
The elder tree let itself be pecked,
A woodpecker carved a home inside,
Then parrots came to the hollow,
It protects their children a lot,
Seldom do they thank God.
The woodpecker seeks the credit not.
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 3:06 AM UTC