"Bright Parrot"
 by Alice Bateman
I saw a bright parrot
It sat in the tree
While I looked at it
It looked at me
 
It was only a vision
I could see through it's wings
A vision so lovely
It could mean many things
 
It could mean that my 'South' dream
Is bound to come true
It could mean that I'm crazy
So - what else is new?
 
I blinked, and it sat there
So I blinked again
But still the bright parrot
Chose to remain
 
I was finally distracted
By my little boys
But still the bright parrot
Is bringing me joy