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
