Poll Parrot belonged to little Addie, and he always lingered by her side.
People admired the well spoken companion, like the dusky skies, dyed.
Poll Parrot could talk a blue streak, and seemed like one of the family.
He greatly loved Addie's tea parties, when he ate toast and tea, gladly!
He loved flying around his garrett room, with its ivied, bare windows;
Where the sun set in pink magnificence, before emerald stars imposed.
Friends were frequently charmed by Poll, among avian's best dressed!
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Through the green twilight of a hedge
I peered, with cheek on the cool leaves pressed,
And spied a bird upon a nest:
Two eyes she had beseeching me
Meekly and brave, and her brown breast
Throbb'd hot and quick above her heart;
And then she oped her dagger bill, -
'Twas not a chirp, as sparrows pipe
At break of day; 'twas not a trill,
As falters through the quiet even;
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A wonderful bird is the pelican
His bill can hold more than his belican
He can take in his beak
Food enough for a week
But I'm damned if I see how the helican
Pretty stars are out tonight,
And yellowbird has flown away!
Blue moon has lost a treasury,
Of strangely transparent silver.
Red Mars goes round the stars,
With a beauty lasting endlessly.
What an evening bathed in blue,
On a night that dreams come true!
Blooms blush in the indigo dark,
As nightingale keeps on singing!
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A bird came down the walk:
He did not know I saw;
He bit an angle-worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw.
And then he drank a dew
From a convenient grass,
And then hopped sidewise to the wall
To let a beetle pass.
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Poll Parrot belonged to little Addie, and he always lingered by her side.
People admired the well spoken companion, like the dusky skies, dyed.
Poll Parrot could talk a blue streak, and seemed like one of the family.
He greatly loved Addie's tea parties, when he ate toast and tea, gladly!
He loved flying around his garrett room, with its ivied, bare windows;
Where the sun set in pink magnificence, before emerald stars imposed.
Friends were frequently charmed by Poll, among avian's best dressed!
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Janice Avery loved deep green nature; like cherry sunset owls, gawping.
She dwelt with her parents and Sissy, when old, golden days were walking.
They lived out in the hilly country, where orangeish stars could be seen;
And summer seemed to last forever, for days held a predominate sheen.
Noons were filled with happiness laughter, that foreshadowed pink moon.
Life was young, but blue world was old. Burgundy butterflies left cocoons!
Mauve fog was doing its fadeaway, as never failing, friends came calling;
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red heart of morning
guilty shadows fled like dreams
scattering moonbeams
Blue jay on green rose
caressed by gold creeping heat
petals and concrete
saffron veiled dancers
of every scent and color
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The Parrot in the Cage:
"Oh, bird," the parrot in its cage did say,
"Unlatch this door, and set me free today.
I'm trapped within these bars,
confined, you see,
Release me to the skies, so I can be."
The Bird’s Reply:
From off her perch, the bird did sweetly sing,
"What kind of life do you so richly bring?
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On the warm wool, among Nordic symbols, giggles and mandarins, two hollow sanctuaries pull me in. Bony surface, smooth, recklessly thin.
I trace the patterns of lost vigor.
His beak, open, softly arced.
As if his last breaths were the questions I’ve lost the answers to.
So out of place, placed here so stubbornly.
Into my grasp, as if meant to be.
With each passing blink, I move closer to your essence, closer than you yourself could ever be.
Reaching beneath where your skin once lived.
Past the things you thought you were.
It makes me wonder,
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