The Black Parrot

      The  black parrot.

The Black parrot  in my garden,

 Chattering  pours  messages  to broaden

My visions of  world, also  this grisly  load,

To view   and    forthwith  unload,

To  launch   and  prelaunch  a safe

Environmental  bamboo  brocade.

I tend its  wounded  wings

Make  it  fly  with assured  looks,

With its  small  tiny, curious  head,

It   views the world   of amorphous  mead,

 for that is how the  people   construe,

in  full  spirit   further  to  rule,

Yet, The  Seer envisioned  it in   good   stride,

With  a shape and  seem less  Mode of ride.