"I saw a new bird out my window, I wonder what kind it was? It was not that pretty, but it did make me smile." She sang like a song bird, but was a parrot instead. You can't always tell who someone is by what comes out of their mouth, I've read. She wasn't a yellow canary, but a little green bird. I listened intently and dwelled on every word. Her little green body sat proudly on her tree perch. She bellowed out her songs, With a somewhat uneven lurch. Every now and then, she would let a cuss word fly. She could make you laugh so hard, You would think you would die. She wasn't the prettiest of birds I have known, But she sat in that tree like a queen on her throne. Sometimes she made noises, like a telephone ringing. Sometimes she sang ballads, Just for the singing. She was a mimic and a clown from the word go, And that little green parrot put on quite a show. ~ © Phyllis Ann (Starbird55@msn.com) ~ January 2004 BACK If you enjoyed this page, check these out: Hike Your Own Hike Don King, Hair Stylist Cat Grins And.......for many others, click the link for HOME. Home: Writers' Winter 2004 Index