Who's the Bird Brain?


“Master, master,” I do repeat
For all my whims, you quickly jump to your feet
Master states, “Where have you been to behold such a lovely grin?”
I’ve been perched on a Manzanite wood sleepin’ in

I (parrot) think:

All you do is toil day after day
You slip into the cold on your way
Hellos and goodbyes you repeat each time you fare through the door
Stop with the idle chit chat, cold drafts are seeping in some more
Traffic delays and chaos everywhere you stray
Meanwhile I’m all comfy, ready to play
You rush, run and are always in a hurry
I look and watch Sylvester who’s all furry
Endless worries fill your mind
While I pick at scrumptious seeds of every kind
Bills and more bills pile up on your table 
While I take pleasure enjoying all the amenities including the TV cable
You hold me in your hands, caress me and play
I roll my eyes and let you have your way
You repeatedly pet my feathers from head to toe
Hey take it easy, I have a reputation—you know!
You taunt me and repeatedly ask, “Polly want a cracker?”
Hey mister give it a break–before I deliver a smacker
I have the life baskin’ in the sun
Meanwhile you’re the dumbbell always on the run
Month after month you coax endlessly, please just let me be     
Now who’s the bird brain, you or me?       

           By: Imma Argiro ©