A Chatter-Box Called Mitoo! Poem by ritty patnaik

talks
without a blink
a dime to a dozen,
the whole house is up,
hearing the sweet sounds
of halleluya.in sweet soft tone,
michael row the boat ashore!

looking here and there,
purposefully calling my name,
like i am his only buddy.

red ribboned neck,
frightfully possesive
of my finger!
likes to perch up on it.
eats and sleeps,
flaps its wings,
pretends to takeoff and land'
in a grotesque cage,
breaks its wings.
upturns with courage,
regains past glories'


wants to talk,
and show off
all that it knows
in its little life span.

my parrot is dead and gone.
her chatter used to wake
all in the morning.,
but now we have to
wind thealarm clock!