On the bright side...
Shine brighter blue than sapphires,
bloodier than the red of rubies,
he wove a partial tapestry of full of despair,
at least it makes good fodder for movies.
A parrot on my shoulder,
for me she lays eggs.
But who is behind that curtain?
I see a strong set of legs.
Of beaks and wishes
Her beak is huge and bicolored-
cream and black,
set a wish on a penny toss
and never get it back.
Friends, lovers, birds
I have no one for company,
save some birds and perhaps a muse.
Is life really composed this way?
Some say it's just a ruse...