We are pretty. We are intelligent.
We are born to be free. For the wild we are meant.
You think we are entertaining. You like when we “talk”
We are parrots. Our language is “squawk”.
You think we are accessories to be caged.
We are as smart as humans and need to feel engaged.
When we hit puberty, as with human teens,
We sometimes get feisty and bite.
We are not being mean.
By humans we are so often misused, disregarded and neglected.
We are voiceless to you and we need to be heard.
We are sentient beings…not “just birds”
We need a lot of attention, specific foods.
We are not here to cater to your moods.
So please humans out there here our cries,
If you need an avian companion, ADOPT do not buy.
Hello! I have managed to incorporate my eternal Woodstock nation spirit with the high tech 21st century world. I am an artist / writer / photographer, who dabbles in rhyme, and, sometimes, reason. My passions are my husband, who is truly the wind that ruffles my sails, animals rights, yoga ... waking up in the morning. I find inspiration in too many things to list, and far too many more to remember. Sketching, watercolor painting, poetry and photography are my ways of expressing joy and gratitude. From living with a chronic illness, I have learned the beauty of each day, and treat each as another sun salutation, and another chance.we are also the proud parents of magic mikey, a special needs senior noble macaw who adopted us on september 11, 2014