The Blue-Crowned Conures

Three conures wing to wing.

Perched together wing-to-wing

three conures laugh but do not sing.

They watch the shoppers pass them by

while from their lofty perch on high

with yellow beak in search of seed

they see the food, then grin and feed.

Such vivid colors conures bring!

They laugh away but do not sing.

Full of vim these conures are,

descendants of the dinosaur!

Their eyesight sharp, as is the claw,

they simply bide selection's law

as parrots in their pet-shop tree,

they gnaw the grain and laugh at me.

Three rascals from a bird-nest fling

perched side-by-side, but will not sing.

Avian trio through and through,

three conures with a crown of blue.

I see the laughter on their face

and notice subtle wings of grace.

And if I'm wrong, again I'll think:

I swear I saw those black eyes blink.

So perched together wing-to-wing

three conures laugh and even wink.

Reviews

[deeps]

I really enjoyed this poetic piece,
So nicely written & wonderful.

[Bittersweet]

lovely rhythm here in this poem almost like a song - i simply loved reading this !