Parrots Eat Poem by David Taylor

The cherries are green and the blossoms all gone,
last year a flock of parakeets came and sung songs.
We heard them squawking at the break of the dawn,
we never saw them walking on the green grass lawn.
Green like the leaves they merged with the trees,
but we heard them squawking,
we heard them with the greatest of ease.

What were they saying high up in the trees,
why so exited, why so delighted, why so thrilled and trill?
The cherries were turning red and the branches filled
with ripe fruit and with such sweetness instilled,
and we both eyed those cherries; me from the ground,
and they from high up in the many branched sky.
We ate pecan pie, and they had a great time.