When it’s early morning
Before it’s really light
A flock of parrots flies across
Looking trim and bright
They swoop down on the juicy grams
Which I love to throw
They are not afraid of me
The way they come and go!
Soon my lawn is clean and clear
Of every little grain
![Parrots in My Garden [Illustration by Sudheer Nath]](/media/poems-43_1_hu_d7d94af1b9f81a55.gif)
And then the parrots leave the place
To fly back once again.
(C) Swapna Dutta
