Sometimes you can hear them
before you see them.
rising above the chittering of other birds
and traffic, and children's rough and tumble play
There, in the distance
behind the listing dingbat apartment building
The froggy-green tip of a wing or a tail
screeching, squawking to announce their presence
in the towering palm.
Or perhaps to call the others home
before night falls.
Debra Girard, June 24, 2011
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