Parrots yap and frolic

With all the gay and jolly

Strutting in their cages,

Dancing for ages,

Their colorful fur,

For a glittery display to yearn,

While the crowds trigger,

an indiscriminate vigour.

Out comes a mirror,

Strikes a chilling terror,

You fool,

‘Don’t show a parrot a mirror.’

Flutters in confusion,

While the cage’s in fusion,

Its hide in polychrome,

Move in its eyes.

The jeer,

Conveyor belt of cheer,

Ends with a mismatched note,

It falls flat,

Possibility unknown,

Identity, does not compute.

Parrots forget you see,

Worries evaporated,

Bird-brain incorporated,

Over in a jiffy,

Back to the dizzy.