Pembroke, the predictive parrot
Is sensitive to seismic phenomena.
Even when his own cage rattles, and the ends of his swing jigger wild and spastic,
Pembroke's black beak remains constant in its expression of wry amusement.
Pembroke does not want a cracker.
He wants your finger, or, hopefully, two.
Pembroke the pedantic parrot
Can recite "Soliloquy of the Spanish Cloister" in Portuguese, while swaying his body from side to side like a batshit lunatic.
The only time that Pembroke goes quiet,
Is if your house catches fire in the night;
He sees Mexican dancers in the bright orange flames,
And balls of smoke become marshmallow skulls floating in the air as if they were pinatas.
Pembroke the psittacosis-ridden parrot
Wants to mate with you and leave you great with baby birds.
He wants you to live with him in his shit-spackled world,
And to understand that, because he needs you, you must love him and never leave,
Even as he yanks out your hair to make a voodoo doll he'll call Mrs. Pembroke--
A monster he can drag around in the shredded newspaper at the bottom of the cage, captive and faded as yesterday's headline.
"Soliloquy of the Spanish Cloister" is a poem by Robert Browning, and can be found HERE.