Parrot Poetry

 

Spring Rain

by Shadow

Outside the rain is coming down,

Splish-splashing as it hits the ground.

Inside, where I am warm and dry,

From my perch I watch the drops fly by.

The rainfall turns the whole world green.

The prettiest color I’ve ever seen!

Parrot Poetry

 I thought I'd try my claw at writing a triolet. Here it is. I hope you like it!

The Parrot in Old Age

by Shadow

High on my perch is where I safely rest

Contented just to watch the world go by

I fluff the feathers on my wings and chest

High on my perch is where I safely rest

With many years of life I have been blessed

So swiftly have these years of joy flown by

High on my perch is where I safely rest

Contented just to watch the world go by

Parrot Poetry

Evening

by Shadow

In the quiet of the evening,

In the hours before bed,

I feel nice and cozy

Perched upon my person’s head.

I survey all around me

From my fluffy perch on high.

All is as it should be –

Both my people are close by.

I take a little bird snooze

While my people watch their screens.

I’m snug and safe and cozy

As I drift off into dreams.

New Parrot Poetry

Although I am the poet in the family, my person also likes to try her hand at poetry writing from time to time. Some of her work is not too bad. Today I'd like to share one of my favorite poems by my person:

The Parrot

(with apologies to Edgar Allen Poe)

Once upon a morning dreary, while I glanced with eye so leery

Over many a crumbled cracker scattered on the once-clean floor

Suddenly I heard some talking, no I didn’t, it was squawking,

Yes, it was the parrot squawking: Polly wants crackers! She wants more!

Once my days were calm and quiet, there was no fuss, there was no riot,

But that was then, those long-gone days without a bird that came before.

Now my life is filled with screeching, parrot begging, bird beseeching,

With that phrase she’s oft heard shrieking: Polly wants crackers! She wants more!

Once my house was clean and polished, all intact, nothing demolished,

Crumbs picked up and dirt all gone, swept neatly out the kitchen door.

Now my things are all a-scatter, pencils chewed and books a-tatter,

And there is that constant chatter: Polly wants crackers! She wants more!

Now my back is always aching, picking up the mess she’s making.

Sweeping up a parrot’s clutter is a never-ending chore.

As I clean I hear it loud, the voice with which she’s been endowed,

As she announces, oh so proud: Polly wants crackers! She wants more!

Though I gripe, I often  ponder: Of this bird I can’t be fonder,

She makes a mess but she’s so cute, this little bird that I adore

A silent house might well disturb me, and I’m sure it would perturb me
No more to hear (it would unnerve me): Polly wants crackers! She wants more!

New Parrot Poetry

It's a Parrot's Life
by Shadow

Sitting on a perch
Foraging in a dish
Sipping from a water bottle
I've got all a bird could wish.

Squawking, beeping, cooing
Chirping at my toys
This is what a parrot loves
Making lots of noise.

Cuddling with my person
Pulling on her hair
I'm safe and happy in my house
I've no need to go out there!

Parrot Poetry - Sunflower Seed

Sunflower Seed

by Shadow

If you’re looking for a way

To pass an idle hour,

My advice is to reach for

The seed of the sunflower.

Open up the hard black shell,

Inside you’ll find a special treat,

A morsel smooth and tender,

On my tongue it tastes so sweet.

So if you’re feeling bored

And it’s a pastime that you need,

You could not possibly do better
Than to open a sunflower seed.

….and yet another parrot poem

The Parrot's February Lament
by Shadow

I look outside my window
And see the sky so gray,
And ice and snow are all around--
Winter is here to stay.

I care not what the groundhog says
Whether spring is far or near--
I look outside my window
And see that winter is still here.

For now I'm safe and warm inside.
In my cage I've nothing to fear.
I care not what the groundhog says.
I'll just wait for spring to appear.

A New Parrot Poem

Upon My Person's Shoulder
By Shadow

When days are getting short
And nights are getting colder,
I am warm and snug
Upon my person's shoulder.

When predators come near
And I'm needing to feel bolder
I fly to a safe perch
Upon my person's shoulder.

We've passed the years together.
Now that I am getting older,
There's no place I'd rather be
Than on my person's shoulder.

Seasonal Poetry: The Final Installment

Here's the last in my suite of seasonal poems:

Summer
by Shadow

The hot summer sun's
Not very much fun.
It makes a whole lot of heat.
But I find, as a rule,
It's not hard to stay cool
With a nice icy spritz on my feet.

More Seasonal Poetry

Spring
by Shadow

The outside birds sing
Their greetings to spring:
Cheep cheep chirrup chirp cheer.
But my kind of talking's
A very loud squawking.
It's pleasanter to the ear.

Fall Poetry

Continuing with my suite of seasonal poems, I present you with this poem about fall:


Fall
by Shadow

In early fall
The little birds call,
"Migration time is near."
Then off they race
To a warmer place.
As for me, I stay right here.

Winter Poetry

Winter
by Shadow

Winter's not nice.
There's snow and there's ice,
And violent winds rage.
But I don't care
What happens out there.
I'm warm inside my cage.

The Latest Parrot Poetry

Pretty Bird

by Shadow

Birds may be blue, or black, or red.

These are colors that I’ve seen.

But the prettiest bird in all the world

Is the bird with feathers green.

Little birds sitting in a row

Make a lovely scene.

But the loveliest bird in all the world

Is the bird with feathers green.

A crested bird proud on a branch

May be beautiful as a queen.

But the beautifulest bird in all the world

Is the bird with feathers green.

Parrot Poetry: The Birds of Spring

The Birds of Spring
by Shadow

The chickadee goes chi-chi-chi,
The robin goes chirrup,
But no bird sings as beautifully
As a parrot with its squawk.

Caw and quack and tweet and chirp
Is how the other birds talk,
But no bird sounds as lov-e-ly
As a parrot with its squawk.

The Latest Parrot Poetry

Ode to a Sunflower Seed
by Shadow

If you feel you have a need
For something tasty on which to feed,
I recommend a sunflower seed.

This tiny morsel fulfills all wishes
For something that's not only delicious
But also filled with things nutritious.
Sunflower seed!

The Parrot Contemplates Winter

Wintry snow, sleet, and ice
Are not very nice

But I'm safe and warm
And protected from harm

Whatever the weather's
'Cause I'm covered with feathers.

Parrot Poetry Returns

Tired of Rain
by Shadow
The rain comes down, makes everything wet,
But I’m warm and dry inside my nest.
The rain keeps pouring, can’t go out yet,
So I settle down for a nice long rest.
In here I’m cozy as I can get,
But even so, I like sunny days best.

Parrot Poetry Returns

Ode to the Furnace
by Shadow

The furnace keeps me nice and warm
In chilly autumn weather,
And though it isn’t quite as soft,
It’s warm as any feather.

The furnace lives beneath the house,
Where it rumbles, shakes, and blows
To keep me toasty as can be
From my beak down to my toes

Though autumn days are warmed by sun,
They’re chilly by afternoon’s end,
And that is why I’m very glad
That the furnace is my friend!

Winter Poetry

White and Green
by Shadow

In wintertime
There’s lots of snow
The world is white
Where e’er you go.

The whiteness of
The wintry scene's
A scary sight
For a bird that’s green.

I never like
To go outside
‘Cause there’s no place
Where I can hide.

I’d be an easy
Target for
A hungry hunting
Predator.

So in my house
I like to stay
It’s safer for
A bird that’s prey.

And when the green
Returns with Spring
I’ll go outside
And squawk and sing.

Toasty Poetry

My Friend, the Toaster Oven
by Shadow

The toaster oven makes a sound
That’s music to my ears:
Tick tick tick tick, tick tick tick tick,
then bling! and toast appears.

Sometimes the toaster oven’s cold
But it can change, I know,
‘Cause other times the oven’s warm
And has a bright orange glow.

I like the oven when it’s hot
And tasty toast’s in there,
But I will always be its friend
Even when cold and bare.