Mascotta Poem by Morgan Michaels

Hello, I'm a parrot.
and if you doubt it
I'll say it again:
Hello, I'm a parrot.

Mornings, I crank
about and shout
'Let me out'.
(for capacious, a cage
is still a cage) .
and so they do.

I don't always know
what I'm saying.
Do you- always?
What is a birthday, anyway?

But, heck, I sing along
'Happy Birthday to you'
It seems like the right thing to do.

Some words are handy.
I like it when actual
coffee, apple,
appears for the naming
and I suspect a link.
Words can be useful, I think.

I'm happy sizing up
my little world side-wise,
and would no-how rather be flapping
at large, from tree to tree
under some tired sky,
one tree much like another.

Keep your ideologies.
I love being fed.
(though a cage is still a cage,
it's as good as anywhere)
and for my (albeit) small pay
have only to say
'Good Night' when the lights go out.