Here’s a tribute from me to you,
Recalling the old pet cockatoo,
His very vivid vocabulary,
Cathartic swearing, so funny,
He rose at dawn, would greet the day,
Sat on perch, screeched away,
Acquired language eagerly,
Nothing polite from that old he,
Shared his emotions with us all,
Ended each day with his call,
Sleep tight now, so suitable,
Good night, bird beautiful.
Baby Boomer Scribblings. 