Cockatoo

Posted on November 5, 2012 | 2 Comments

Cockatoo screaming in another room
Trying to concentrate with the screeching gloom
“I beg attention”, I know what he’s saying
Alone in this cage with his feathers fraying

Pulling them out gives satisfaction
No longer does he feel your attention
Only seed husks are left in his food bowl
Leaves a hunger digging a deep hole

His water bowl is worse filled with his shit
Changing food and water means to commit
Time to get real and to show how to love
You never know who’s watching from above

© 2012 Michael Yost 11/05

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2 responses to “Cockatoo”

  1. dragonkatet | November 7, 2012 at 10:14 PM | Reply

    😦 So sad that this is an all too real occurrence, unfortunately.

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  2. Bodhirose | November 30, 2012 at 5:44 PM | Reply

    Aw, poor little bugger. Our pets depend on us for everything…especially attention and love.

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