The parrot on the porch
stood out from its white-washed surrounding
like the dropped uppercase character
of an illuminated manuscript
from Medieval times;
his throaty kwaaarrrkkkk! ,
along with the argumentative
kaw-kaw-kaw of the crows
in the yard,
sounded sacramental, momentous
and perhaps apocalyptic.
Was it envy,
or was it vanity that caused
the common crow
to descend upon the parrot on the porch
to provoke and assassinate him?
The brilliant yellows and reds
and greens were mirrored in the glossy
black wings of the crow
as they fought until the sun set,
the crow’s cohorts
growing quickly bored with the spectacle
and fluttering off
to attend to more pedestrian affairs.
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