The invasion began years ago.
I looked up at work one day
witnessed the green streaks
wings slicing through a blue sky.
I heard the screams, felt the wind
from the chaos of their urgency.
They devoured one tree
defecating intentionally
recoloring the leaves in shades
too inappropriate for a poem;
Then on to the next
and the next.
The Asian tourists snapped pictures
through their laughter and admiration
Children squealed with naïve excitement
Troglodytes justified their cosmic coolness
and I sat there, fascinated
at this army of green parakeets
angry about their displacement
and underestimating the logic of us humans.
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(written with pen on paper)
Today, just because it’s the 3rd day of National Poetry Month and because I had a successful reading last night, you get TWO poems. (Actually, I just screwed up and scheduled two for today accidentally). Either way, you get two…