Ruffled Feathers
By Debjani Chatterjee
My parrot with the ruffled feathers
is bolshie;
its language
is nobody’s business;
its squawk stabs the ears.
And such attitude!
You see it when it cocks its head;
catch its crazed gleam — and freeze!
When it flies
above you — duck!
My bird’s one wicked pet.
Yeah — it’s teaching me a thing or two.
