Thursday, June 18, 2009

Still More Parrot Poetry

by Shadow

Preen and eat, preen and eat,
This is how I use my beak.
I use my feet to hold my food.
Seeds and nuts taste really good.
High on a branch I take a seat.
I climb up with my beak and feet.
Up in the sky I like to sail.
I fly with help of wings and tail.
My feathers keep me dry and warm
Through almost any kind of storm.
For jungle habitat I'm styled.
I’m well-equipped for life in the wild.

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