Adam Lizakowski and The Toucan go way back...try to Issue 3. Enjoy yet another poem about birds in a magazine named after um, a bird. This one, however, shares our home territory. We may not want to be so complementary of parrots in the future.
A poem about the parrot
by Adam Lizakowski
An exotic bird -- the sun of the blue planet
you were something that I have never seen
I love you, I love you
I was too young to understand freedom
the sound of broken air is strange to my ears
I love you, I love you
Flying feathers behind bars,
a strong, hooked beak cutting
my imagination in half
I love you, I love you
How often you reminded me of myself
repeating somebody’s words
without understanding
I love you, I love you
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