Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Noisy Parrot
I.
Among twenty different brightly colored toys,
The only moving thing
Was the beak of a noisy parrot.
II.
I was of three family members,
Like a family tree
In which there is a noisy parrot.
III.
The noisy parrot screeched relentlessly piercing the silent black night.
Smothering all sounds with her beaky plight.
IV.
Three shrill family members together
Are one.
Three shrill family members and a noisy parrot
Are one.
V.
I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of ear - splitting noise
Or the beauty of deafening silence,
The noisy parrot shrieks
Or just after.
VI.
Lime greenish and red orange feathers fall to the bottom of the cage
With sway and rhythm.
The color of the noisy parrot
Shines bright with eminence.
The halo forms an aura
With images of great splendor.
VII.
O thin men of beauty
Why do you dream of hooting owls?
Do you not see how the noisy parrot
Makes his presence known
Amongst the women around you?
IX.
When the noisy parrot began playing with her toys,
It rang a bell
Of one of many chimes.
X.
At the sight of the noisy parrot
Screaming at the moon high above
Even the bands of crickets
Had their own orchestra.
XI.
She opened the cage
With a thick black glove
Once, she felt pain, when her beak sank in,
In the she now understood
The radiant power with within her
Of all noisy parrots.
XII.
The sound of nuts cracking.
The noisy parrot must be munching.
XIII.
It was still and quiet throughout the blackness of the night.
It was raining
And it was going to rain.
The noisy parrot sat
On the chipped wooden perch.
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