Hello, I'm a parrot.
and if you doubt it
I'll say it again:
Hello, I'm a parrot.
Mornings, I crank
about and shout
'Let me out'.
(for capacious, a cage
is still a cage) .
and so they do.
I don't always know
what I'm saying.
Do you- always?
What is a birthday, anyway?
But, heck, I sing along
'Happy Birthday to you'
It seems like the right thing to do.
Some words are handy.
I like it when actual
coffee, apple,
appears for the naming
and I suspect a link.
Words can be useful, I think.
I'm happy sizing up
my little world side-wise,
and would no-how rather be flapping
at large, from tree to tree
under some tired sky,
one tree much like another.
Keep your ideologies.
I love being fed.
(though a cage is still a cage,
it's as good as anywhere)
and for my (albeit) small pay
have only to say
'Good Night' when the lights go out.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem