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.