Noisy, Nosey Parrots

Staying at Roberto’s family compound in Cartagena, this is what I wake up to every morning–three parrots with a lot to say.

And here’s my poem about them.

The Entertainers

Cramped and dilapidated cage

on the patio floor. Three green parrots

stare out. Wings clipped to thwart their nature.

Paco, Pepe, and Jay munch on sunflower

seeds, hang upside down, do pull-ups

with their beaks and crap in their water bowl.

Estupido and torpe, they scold.

They know a lot that goes on here.

Sometimes they sing, in chorus. Lovely

sweet voices. Next minute,

rude curses. You’re screwed,

they yell in Spanish, over and over.

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3 Responses to Noisy, Nosey Parrots

  1. Margarita Sorock says:

    Good poem. Smart parrots.

  2. Amy Barrientos says:

    Three green parrots – Cramped in a dilapidated cage on the patio floor. Good description… But I feel so sorry for them I’d be cursing the culprit all day long to set them free…

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