A plaintive wailing fills the air,
A hawk's incessant cries -
Unvaried and repetitive,
But not a big surprise.
Yet recently I got to meet
The parrot of a friend
And every sound he uttered
Did delight me to no end.
The hawk I couldn't understand -
Not any squawk or trill -
But it was clear as day to hear
That parrot shout out "Phil!"
Categories:
unvaried, bird, sound,
Form: Rhyme