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Thursday, April 7, 2016

Poem for the Day

My Cockatiel

My bird, Sydney, does burp and fart
Strange as it may seem to you or me.
He drops things off the counter-top
Then eyes the fall; repeats constantly.

He knows his name, but does not come.
Stands aloof until his dinner he needs.
He sings at will and plays, “Peek-a-boo.”
Stops all at once to nibble a seed.

Sees buzzards glide; a hawk attack.
He screams and shouts hysterically.
And in the eve’ when the night has come,
Sydney curls under my chin. Loves me.

Rick Bylena 

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