A quiet parrot
To be continued...
My luck changed when I found a quiet parrot,
A parrot with a blue tail
Golden feathers
Pointy beak
Very moist and incredibly tethered
To a post,
Changed my luck.
It lacked strength to wail
Reluctant to sing
Nor famished to eat.
It wallows in its own beauty
Holds self with such arrogance
That Angels would lack to explain.
I silently whispered to myself
I think my luck has changed,
I danced and rejoiced,
Swayed from left to right.
Foster thoughts sprung to mind.
But
How will I convince the parrot to do my bidding?
To be continued...
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