Green Parrot Brights Birthday
What do those old hens have to gab about?
This hiss in the barnyard came out as a pout.
They are roosters, I replied, looking about.
Saying nothing, said the snake, no doubt.
It must be something, they are animated I said.
The snake rolled his green eyes back into his head.
We are speaking too, but saying nothing, right?
I could not argue with this logic, on this Halloween night.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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