On parade the parrots preen
sharp shots so bright so green
black dots their whites bulls-eye
court with raucous blood-shot beak
pecking orders these love-birds speak
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𝓟oems 𝓟rismatic
Poetry''sketches that shape-shift the angle and the curve'' (line from the poem 'Contrast) Recent/new poems tend to be at the beginning of the book.
