My Happy Parrot Poem by Vera Sidhwa
My Happy Parrot
He was green,
He wasn't mean.
He liked to flutter his wings.
He liked food and things.
He was my doll you see.
His squaking helped me see,
That there is not much bad in the world.
This is my parrot.
His amazing green,
Would mean,
The trouble I've seen,
Doesn't exist.
My parrot, my parrot,
Why do I entrap you?
You live in a cage,
Of my own making.
Parrot! Now fly away!
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