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Parrot's assemble!

By j jones

Take your position.
Await on your perch.
There's more of my Kingdom
to be seen on the earth.

Stop hiding your colours,
Hand-painted with love.
Come take your position;
You're seated above.

Pick up your mantel,
It's been waiting a while.
It's not prideful to wear
What I give with a smile.

Come closer and listen
to all that I say,
Then mimic, repeat -
There's no time for delay.

I've given you vision.
Don't ignore what you see.
You have my permission,
To speak truth about me.

Enough preening and squawking
and practice - all safe!
It's time to start flying,
Take a big leap of faith.

Isolation has hurt you,
though I've been your rock,
It's time to return;
to be part of my flock

Parrots assemble!
Get ready for flight.
It's up high, close beside me,
That you'll win the good fight.



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