Their
vibrant plumes
have
tales to tell
They
swim the air,
and
communicate
socially
with all
Flock,
a grouping
of
peers, so aptly
coined
a word
With
wings
oft
spanning feet
in
length
Mating
for life
and
sharing deep
Offering
up to
sixty
years of love to keep
And
friendship
to
any and all
that
choose to
hear
their call
Alas
their
adaptability
to
life as a pet,
is
a reason
for
their
being
taken away
The
danse macabre
wouldn’t
flap it’s wings
so
mightily,
if
only these
living
sculptures
wouldn’t
so easily
capture
the heart
of
man
I had to look them up to be sure but knew they were a parrot of some sort. They are a great looking bird, I always wanted a parrot that could talk human..hahaha...think the cat would eat it though. Sad state of affairs that so many animals are going extinct thanks mostly to humans as well. Some animals just don't do well or should not be pets either though.
ReplyDeleteThis poem has your characteristic excellent word play, multivalent meaning, and beautiful sentiment. A real gift.
ReplyDeletethe macaw is a beautiful animal...fairly certain i knew about mating for like...probably from rio....ha...they are cool birds...
ReplyDeleteThose birds of paradise do have incredible colors. The adaptability to being a pet is sort of forced upon, when wings are clipped, and they are chained to the stand they are displayed on. Nice play on the words, appropriate title in that way.
ReplyDeletewow..the last stanza just left me breathless..
ReplyDeleteYou really captured the essence of those birds. Great job!
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