Parrots

• Natasha Rowe, Grade 2
• Poetry
• 2006

Trees blow in the wind
Parrots like to swing
Upon the branches near the twigs
They leap and tweet and sing.

While they're eating seeds
They stare at my brother and I
And they wiggle their heads at us
Under the bright blue sky.

On their colourful feathers
They have orange red and blue
I ride too close on my scooter
And away they flew.