When the parrot Amore
perched on the Pope’s finger
and the crowd chanted “Papa,
Papa,” the bird joined in.
Love is a green bird
that speaks, holy and profane.
Who’s a pretty bird?
Very cool poem!
wow, thank you, Michele
Wow. A yellow-fronted Amazon meeting the Pope! I love it. And, your poem too. 🙂
You gave me the perfect line description of my Rita. Thank you.
Love is a green bird/that speaks, holy and profane.
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Ray Sharp, The Bard of Liminga