Author: Gabriella Viljoen
As the sun chases the moon away
The sky floods with the light of day.
The jungle awakens, and opens its eyes
To the splendid fury of the morning sunrise.
The parrot, king of the jungle
Is perched up on its mossy throne.
Smiling down at the rest of its world
As though it is its own.
Many people don’t notice it
Because its beauty hides.
Within the lush greenery
Of the jungle that our earth provides.
I adore the parrot
Because it’s filled with glee.
Talkative, proud and bright
It’s always so happy.
With its rainbow of feathers,
And its colourful crown.
It’s as graceful as a swan,
When its gliding down.
As swift as the wind
Yet majestic and bold.
It chatters away
In the heat or the cold.
It is a unicorn
In a field or horses.
Swooping around
Its many courses.
Dancing, prancing
Frolicking around.
It leaps from the branch
And floats to the ground.
The parrot has a cheeky
Gleam in its eye
Squawking, talking,
To the night sky.
With a swish of its wings
And a swoosh of its tail
It vanished
Without leaving a trail.
As wild as the African sun,
Yet mysterious as the rain.
The parrot has vanished
Never to be seen again.
