When it’s early morning
Before it’s really light
A flock of parrots flies across
Looking trim and bright
They swoop down on the juicy grams
Which I love to throw
They are not afraid of me
The way they come and go!
Soon my lawn is clean and clear
Of every little grain
And then the parrots leave the place
To fly back once again.
(C) Swapna Dutta
Word treasure
- grams
- — small, round seeds from a plant
- juicy
- — tasty and full of moisture
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