One Bird Unheard Poem by Ima Ryma

While walking through the woods one day
I spied a parrot in a tree.
Wondering what the bird might say,
Something important just for me,
I sat down and prepared to write
Down what the parrot had to speak,
All the profound and wise insight
That could come from the parrot's beak.
Pen and paper in hand I sat
And waited patiently to hear
What the parrot would tell me that
Would only be meant for my ear.

Hours went by and not one word
Was spoken to me by this bird.