His name is Pete he has two feet with claws opposed to toes No arms but wings he chirps and sings a beak instead of nose Grey feathers where we all have hair and places where we don’t On perch he struts eats fruit and nuts and other stuff I won’t
These are the first two stanzas of my poem “Little Pete” about my 35-year-old African Gray parrot. You can read his entire story and others in my illustrated “Mr. McSnipper and Other Verses”. Look in the sidebar to the right to get it in paperback or as an eBook from Amazon.