Friday, 16 January 2015

Beautiful Parrot

I live in a place                                                                    
Far from home
I dream of my home
As I swoop by

Always I see
My prey
I cross other animals
But I always look out
For my prey.
I smell
The freshness of the air.
The scent of flowers
All these things
Remind me of home.
The predators.

Often I fly
In the canopy
Sometimes I see
Other birds fluttering away

I love my colours
On my wings
Most of the birds want me to be
King of the birds.

Never when I’m flying
I go where I don’t want to
I always sense if the ground is shaking

My hearing is good
I can hear the wind blowing
Branches snapping

Alligators drumming.

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