MY BIRD
I think that I have never heard,
A poem as sweet as a bird
Who is cheerful all live-long day
Then I sing hip-hip harray
And I think I will call him Tim
By Samantha B.
*Birds* (anecdote)
I beg my parents, every single night.
Every time, I hear the same words.
I hear them say “no, you can’t have a bird.”
My face droops in sorrow as I walk away.
Finally, after asking more than a million times, they say “okay”.
I am so excited and we get them the next day.
Once I get them, I wait.
I wait till their comfortable.
When their ready to sing and come out and play.
Randy Colclough
My Exotic Pet BIRDs
About them, you have heard
They are the most preferred
Always first, never second or third
They are my exotic pet BIRDs I wake up with song of CANARY
It’s so sweet, absolutely, very
Makes me feel like a fairy
Wish it was a match to marry And then there is peaceful DOVE
Calmness goes hand in glove
It serenely flies up above
It is the bird everyone love The most troublesome is the HEN
It mostly stays in its den
Wildly runs followed by chicks ten
About it, I have no words to pen The best is Laddu, my PARROT
Non-stop it talks, without merit
When in mood, it does a foxtrot
Then I reward it with a carrot Finally, comes my lovely PIGEON
Everyone’s hearts it has won
Feeding it is so much fun
It’s my pleasure under the sun So, you have met all my PETs
I bet, none like them as yet
By sophia ajaz
They Don’t Know What They Say!!!
Things birds say
Don’t mean a thing.
What comes from their mouths
Is just mimicking.
Why then, when I leave
Does he say Bye-Bye?
Some time before nine
We Go Beddie-Bye.
When music is playing
He says Lets Dance.
The things he does
Put me in a trance.
The words they say
They don’t know the meaning.
Maybe they’re wiser
Than the Human Being!!!!!!
Jaytee
QUAKER - The Tiny Terror!
Mom and Dad are finally home
Now it’s time to get out to roam
Check out this
Check out that
What’s up
With that big ole cat
She thinks she’s got me
In a trance
I’ll take her down
If I get a chance
What about
That big ole dog
He just walks
Around in a fog
I’ll take ‘em all
Down you see
Just because
They're bigger than me
Jaytee
Remembering Rosie ....by Sabra Scotton (1/20/08)
I remember the first time I saw her...a shy six month old Solomon Eclectus....
She was beautiful! I visited her every week until I was able to bring her home....
Each time she was more friendly than the last..
Finally, I brought her home! I had her new cage all set up with toys, perches, and food....
She explored every inch of her new home. After a few minutes she was more interested in
visiting with me than staying in her new cage with all of the goodies it held...
From that time on we were constant companions....I work during the day so each evening
we spent time doing chores or just sitting watching television....she was a "snuggler".
A few months after she came to live with me she injured her leg and wasn't able to stand or
walk well for a few weeks. I began carrying her around in a shoulder bag.
She was quite content to spend time in that bag....many times she fell asleep.
I remember taking her to the bird club picnic that August....in that same bag.
I remember how she liked to play hide and seek. I always kept a blanket folded on the top of
her cage...she would run under it and "hide"...then she would run out just until I could see her….
she'd "cluck " and I'd tell her that I was going to "get her"...she'd run and
hide again...she would keep hiding until she finally got bored....she loved that game.!
I remember going for car rides....she loved going....and boy was she a head turner! Everyone
was awed with her beauty...and I really think she enjoyed the attention!
I remember all the times we used to go to our neighbors pool together in the summer to watch
my kids swim...she would contentedly lay on my lap or on my chest
while I read Bird Talk or another magazine.
I remember last year when my daughter, Emily did a report on the Solomon Islands.
She was supposed to bring "props" for her oral report....Rosie was one of her "props" .
She sat quietly while Emily gave her report....then Emily answered questions...mostly about Rosie.
Every child in her class had a chance to hold Rosie ...word soon spread and then
there was sixty five kids in the room waiting to see that "pretty bird" .
Every child was able to hold Rosie...she sat very
still while one child passed her to another...some kids held her more than once.
For most of the kids it was their first exposure to birds...and it was a good experience for them.
I know Rosie left a lasting impression on each of those children....
I remember her inquisitive expressions when she didn't quite understand what I was doing....
I remember how she loved to take showers....I remember the smell of her feathers....
I remember her calm, gentle spirit....
I remember the night I came home and discovered that she had taught our Moustache
Parakeet to say "Rosie is a good bird" and to make kissing sounds...
I'll always remember what a special friend she was to me....no judging...no gossip....
just unconditional love...something we all need more of...
I remember the last night we spent together...
You'll always have a special place in my heart.
I'll forever love and miss you.....dear Rosie...my sweet feathered friend.
MY GREEN FEATHERED FRIEND
When I come home and open the door,
I see my bird sitting in her cage,
And I see her talking up a storm,
It looks as if she performing on stage.
I then go up and say hello,
She answers me in a voice that is so sweet,
I am always so amazed at her,
And it is always such a welcome treat.
She knows how to make people laugh,
They tell me they don't want to go,
And the reason that they give me,
Is because she puts on such a good show.
Then when it's time to go to bed,
And there is no more light,
I go up to her cage and cover her,
And she then says good night.
By Debbie Bongiovanni-Sharp
Wonderful Parrots
Parrots come in different sizes,
As well as different prizes.
Red, blue, yellow and brown,
Rock and roll but not falling down.
Oh! Parrots are wonderful birds,
They cannot be put into words.
By Katrina Sheh
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