Rosellas
Bathing in the gutter,
squawky little fellas.
Having fun in the sun
Colourful Rosellas.
Splashing sprays of water,
peeping from above.
Here they come and there they go,
species showing love.
They have their place; the wonderfuls,
which is the trees and sky.
Though making friends they seek to do,
streaking wings pass by...
Yes Hello Birdies; little souls
I love to watch you winging
Your melodies such spellodies
For you my heart is singing.
The parrot tribe forge their mark
Stimulating words-
They try their best to connect,
Learn a lot from birds.
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