Peter Cloutier

Rookie (Decmber 17th,1990 - Present / Canada)

Life As A Parrot - Poem by Peter Cloutier

Feels like ages now,
I lived in that ugly shop,
the woman taught me how,
to love, care, and trust.

She walked around inside,
stopping by my cage,
I felt I'd nothing to hide,
after looking in her eyes.

She lifted up the cage,
then paid the man the money,
destroying all my rage,
I'd built up over the years.

Throughout the entire ride,
I couldn't stop thinking of her,
she filled me up with pride,
making everything else feel right.

She offered much more freedom,
throwing out my cage,
I hummed a happy hum,
she let me speak my mind.

Now I sit here singing,
she claps after every song,
I couldn't live without her,
finally, I feel I belong!

Comments about Life As A Parrot by Peter Cloutier

  • (6/2/2008 9:00:00 PM)

    nice poem
    write more
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  • Colin J... (1/9/2007 8:46:00 AM)

    There's nothing like freedom, even for parrots
    Liked it, Colin
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 9, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, December 21, 2010

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