Psitticinae
This is my one and only satisfactory foray into the world of free verse. It's also pretty surrealistic as you will notice, and instead of needing to be written it kind of came to me in a flash one morning while I was brushing my teeth. But I wasn't on anything, I swear.
I wanted, had always wanted, a parrot.
I was saving my money,
I told a girl at work. She said that pets were no good.
She herself had a rabbit that she couldn’t stand;
it shat too much, and sprayed, and bit.
Three years, two vet trips, a thousand dollars later
I still have no parrot
but I do have a rabbit that every once in a while turns green and flies.
Special note for those of you who insist on viewing my poems as autobiographical -- I actually got rid of the rabbit after three months and got myself a cat instead. Artistic license. Gotta love it.
Copyright 1998 Carrie Laben
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