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Bright Parrot


Alice C. Bateman

I saw a bright parrot

It sat in the tree

While I looked at it

It looked at me


It was only a vision

I could see through its wings

A vision so lovely

It could mean many things


It could mean that my 'South' dream

Is bound to come true

It could mean that I'm crazy

So - what else is new?


I blinked, and it sat there

So I blinked again

But still the bright parrot

Chose to remain


I was finally distracted

By my little boys

But still the bright parrot

Is bringing me joy

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