Parakeet
My friend had this green bird
And it squeaked like a creaky hinge
All night during slumber parties
There was a cloth over its cage
So that the bird would know
That it was night time
And when I crept past it
Through the unfamiliar house
Past the kitchen, toward the bathroom
I wondered if inside
The bird was talking in his sleep
Or wide awake and waiting
The picture and the poem are so perfectly paired. "Polly loves the poem."
ReplyDeleteI adore the image of a bird talking in its sleep as you crept by.
I loved that one. Very clever, the connection between the two caged birds.
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