Parrrots Eat People Too

I visit the local parrot viewing once a year Saturday

plumped plucked parrots pace perches

their eyes pined, bobbing for the attention of a passersby

Others sit still, hoping to be invisible

their cages lay behind them, if they're good enough

Beaks curved from gripping the metal wires

”happy birthday to you…! Happy birthday to youuu!” Sings one, hoping to impress

I wonder what their life is like

“Hello Edward!” Sings another, he talks to himself

their heads full of pacing and passing faces

Tell me plump-picked parrot, what’s life like?

tell me the deal with constant grief

describe to me the face of long term neglect

And grief that makes you pluck plenty feathers

tell me what your years have been like

Will I go that mad too?

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