Parrots in Brooklyn

With feather's flash, full-spectrum pageantry,

Their flutter, shuddering against chill winds,

Will juxtapose grey stone of industry-

Bright flapping chatter masked by urban din,

Forgotten infrastructure's cavities,

Become their concrete cliffs, their steel beam perch,

Escapees, careless and unfettered, free

Yet tethered by instinctive kinship's search.

To land upon an enclave of their own,

A flock formed of the misplaced and released,

Composite color congregations roam-

Companionship in living tapestry.

While whistling soft familiar melodies,

Of all who sojourn lone, dark city streets.