one clear note before dawn
spikes the suburban lawn
black-headed parrot sings
on the antenna as day begins
repeat, repeat and repeat again
just like the politician's game
I loosen muscles in my throat
and whistle back the sharp note
my vote is cast in wintry sun
no surprise the parrot has won
--
Andrew
http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
'Mother Waits for Father Late' republished available at
http://www.picaropress.com/
http://www.qlrs.com/poem.asp?id=766
http://frankshome.org/AndrewBurke.html
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