yes the indian parakeet
blindfolded unloved
a cybernetic dupe
has flown the coop
fresh pastures
poem producing lands
to recoup
before he ended up
on a blog goddess
dining table
shot feathered
barbecued as
parrot soup
to be served
as an appetizer
for a motley group
his innards
and what remains
of his wisdom
swoop
she and her friends
after dinner
samba
some hula hoop.
