Friday, 26 March 2010

Poetry Friday; Parrot by Gregory Benson

Parrot


Parrot flames on his branch;
his beak is a battle axe.

His encircled eye
pierces what it sees.

He screams like a soprano;
moves among the leaves like a rock climber.

He dazzles the forest canopy
with primary colours. A celebration.

© Gerard Benson

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