Sonnet #186

There used to be parakeets across this country
They were a splash of color in the corn
The farmers took the musketball and scorn
To drive them to the brink, a stuffed sundry
Along with the carrier pigeon, they all died
And that was supposed to be the end of it
Ask anyone they’ll tell you there’s no parrot
Native to this country anymore, all died
All died… Except, the pets went wild
And look up into the trees of the city
There the colonies cackle in style
They call them invasive, but they’re pretty
And they came here from some emerald isle
The same as any ghosts where we lacked pity

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