Little Pete


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.


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