The parrot echoing it's cackle from upon the power line
Declaring it's presence bombastically to the whole street
It seemed to be really saying something, not just greeting
talking about the houses and how they were different from the forest
Its beady eyes and hooked beak were as sarcastic as it's cackle and screech
Never before was there such a conceited animal bragging and preaching
of it's miraculous and god given ability to embrace the air and fly
They always came in couples, preening one another tenderly and sly
The parrot clicked and squeaked as if it were a machine
in to monitor the surroundings and disapprove of them
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