Cockatoo

There’s a cockatoo who sits in the tree,
And watches with interest at me being me.
He occasionally chats and asks, “How you doin’?”
But mostly he just watches my coming and going.
Every now and then, he hangs with a mate,
And I’ve sat and watched them as they ate.
How lucky am I to have such a friend,
Upon whose company I can always depend?

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s