82 words | 1 mintue read | Flesch–Kincaid readability score: Grade 15

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

Parrots in My Garden
Parrots in My Garden [Illustration by Sudheer Nath]
And then the parrots leave the place
To fly back once again.