A poem which I wrote on account of insomnia

It's nearly 5am and I simply cannot sleep. So I wrote this:

Ode to my Parrot: Miss Rosetta Stone

O my parrot, friend of mine how sweet thy small heart beats
Whenever I reach out to you and offer you some treats.

I scratch your head and you scratch mine and though my blood flows down
I love you, little birdikins, for simply being around.

If you weren't there, who would I have to ruin my possessions?
During what we laughing call your 'little training sessions'?

I target you, you chomp on me to try and get a treat
But I resist and so you come and latch on with your feet!

You dig in deep and furrows plough along my dainty hide
You scratch, you claw, you seize on me and I cannot abide

The stinging sore sensation as my skin is ripped asunder
‘What have I done? Why did I get this mental bird?’ I wonder.

And in the afternoon, as the sun sinks in the sky
You raise your lovely voice and sing a lullaby.

Well, not quite that, for the sound you make is as if it came from hell,
Unlike the Beakies’ ringing cry that’s like a clanging bell.

Instead you skraark your dear head off and blood comes out my ears
There’s nothing like corella-song to bring a girl to tears!

But then you fold your little head beneath your little wing
And sometimes in your blessed sleep I hear you softly sing.

At other times you make me laugh by dangling from a perch
Or bouncing on a pizza box from off of which you lurch

To sink yourself in water on a hot and steamy day
And wash your toys and splash around and merrily you play.

You spin around, you jump and dance, you make my every minute.
A day with you is so much fun with all the laughing in it!

So my heart melts a little bit whene’er I share my time
With lovely white Rosetta Stone, the corella who is mine!

... and these:

Some Alexandrines called the Beaks
Made various screeches and squeaks
So Barney and Madge were awarded a badge
For the good quality of their shrieks.

A corella called Rosetta Stone
Lived in a flat on her own
But her gay acrobatics and clever math’matics
Enabled her use of the phone!

It's pretty bad! I'm so wired, I might just hop up and clean the house! :22_yikes:

Brilliant poetry, Trish! Your prose is magically suited to cockatoos everywhere!

Hiding within the images spun, even an Amazon snob can link and sing along.

Creations Resulting From Insomnia, far more common that sleepers would know...

Jeez Trish that’s pretty good stuff for ANY time of day. But 5am, wouldn’t the lovely Rosetta be just about ready to commence her solo dawn chorus performance around then?

Yep: she was and she did, bless her little heart! I felt sorry for her as a flock of wild corellas flew over just as the sun came up. She cried out to them, but they didn't even look her way, mean buggers! Barney and Madge joined her in calling, so at least she had company.

That's a cute poem, and I too have seen my Oliver spin around on the perch or hangs from it, which brings a smile or laugh.

By the way, I've seen it at Walmart but sure other grocery stores carry them as well, they have teas for brewing which are supposed to promote sleep. Sleepytime is one that comes to mind. Could help with the insomnia.