Little Friend

Inside of a broken light on my porch

A little parrot nests

And many a time I’ve almost thought

To fix it like all the rest

I would see her flutter to and fro

Bits of dried grass in her beak

Slowly I watched as she built her home

Arduously feather and tweak

Early dawn, little hatchlings came

A brand new mess on the ground

Delightful little droppings, a dead worm or two

And an annoying cacophony of sound

New life at it’s loud and messy best

Splendorous yet colored with fear

One day they will fly away I know

Tiny wings and nary a tear

I wonder if she’ll still trill and sing

Or join me for tea and a good cry

How wondrous a world, to have place in any case

For my feathered little friend and I

Beenish