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A Poem on Parrots, Love and an Elephant

You know:
the parrots splashed around the cups,
the parrot hanging from the bells,
the parrot by your bed flanked by a monkey,
the parrot on a stick guarding the banana,
the parrot falling from the ceiling,
and the limp parrot draping the light.
So many parrots (and one elephant on a chair).
Why so many? The green flock over
Ellington Park hardly has more each morning
as I walk to work. Why parrots
(and one large elephant on a chair)?

That's not an easy one. I can't
eat them like tomatoes, nor can I
(strictly) love them. Of course, they never
fly away (like the green flock) but, being
neither dependant (even when they hang) nor
independent
why so many parrots? But then,
why love
(and one large yellow elephant on a chair)?