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!
Beautiful write about your pet, they do spread happiness in our lives, thanks God that you have gotten a alarm clock as substitite, be happy for that, many have to live without... just kidding, lovely write! 10
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I would like to translate this poem
OUR OLD JOINT FAMILY HOUSES AND HAVELIS USUALLY HAD THIS 'CHATTER BOX'! THOSE DAYS IT SERVED AS AN ALARM CLOCK & ALSO AS AN EARLY WARNING SYSTEM; APART FROM DRIVING THE LONELINESS AWAY! A NICE POEM! 10! -Raj