Here are some lovely poems written by bird enthusiast.  If you have a poem you would like to submit, email me and I will put it up.  Enjoy.

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A Tear Fell

As I sat alone and listened to the family down the hall,
They were laughing and so happy and missed me not at all.
I heard someone remark, what a beautiful dog they had,
"Oh yes, he is a treasure, and he is never, never bad."

"Is he the only pet you have?" and the reply I clearly heard,
"Oh no, there is the cat and a hamster, and a stupid bird."

"Oh," the voice was heard to say, "and where might be your bird?"
"He's kept away from all of us so his screaming can't be
heard.
He's just a pest and sits all day and he can't cuddle in your
lap,
Birds are not affectionate you know, they just sit and take a nap."

"Or else they scream and make a mess, I just wish that he would go,
We have never really liked him, he was a gift from my Mom, you know.
She looks in on him when she comes around or else we would turn him
out,
He's such a stupid bird you know, all we ever hear him do, is to
shout."

Down the hall in a little cage, huddled close to the dish of seeds,
A tear slid down from a little eye, there was no one to know his
needs.

But Someone had a different plan, for his pain and distress was
heard,
Next morning when his seed was brought and he was left without a
word,
The little one realized at once, his cage door had been left open
wide,
He flew down the hall and across a room and suddenly he was outside.

He flew for what seemed like miles until he finally had to land,
He circled around and dropped down below and lit upon a hand.

She smiled at him and said, "Hello" and her voice was soft and kind,
No one had ever been nice to him and he never believed he would find,
A person to love him or someone to care, having a heart brimming
with love,
But she gently took him inside with her and told him he'd, "come
from above"
To fill her heart with joy again for her baby had just been taken
away,
Across the Bridge to wait for her there just as he had come to stay.

She called him Hope, for he gave back her life and caused her heart
to sing,
This miracle come to fill her life with joy, a miracle on feathered
wing.

As he went to sleep that very night in a beautiful cage by her bed,
A tear fell down a feathered cheek as he heard what she whispered
and said,
"Goodnight little Hope, wake me in the morning." And he gave her a
feathered grin,
No more sadness and loneliness for them, their new life was about to
begin.

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I got these peom from http://skye4birds.com/poetry.htm

Epitaph to a Parrot

For thirty years he talked in feathered pride
For thirty years he talked before he died.
You say that parrots do not really know
The meaning of the words they speak? Just so,
I grant you that you may be right - but then,
Do men?

By Theodore Stephanides

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She was not quite what you would call refined. She was not quite what you would call unrefined. She was the kind of person that keeps a parrot.

~Mark Twain

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