Special Parrot Poems | NW Parrot Rescue

A Tear Fell

As I sat alone and listened to the family down the hall,

They were laughing and so happy and missed me not at all.

I heard someone remark, what a beautiful dog they had,

“Oh yes, he is a treasure, and he is never, never bad.”

“Is he the only pet you have?” and the reply I clearly heard,
“Oh no, there is the cat and a hamster, and a stupid bird.”

“Oh,” the voice was heard to say, “and where might be your bird?”

“He’s kept away from all of us so his screaming can’t be heard.

He’s just a pest and sits all day and he can’t cuddle in your lap,

Birds are not affectionate you know, they just sit and take a nap.”

“Or else they scream and make a mess, I just wish that he would go,

We have never really liked him, he was a gift from my Mom, you know.

She looks in on him when she comes around or else we would turn him out,

He’s such a stupid bird you know, all we ever hear him do, is to shout.”

Down the hall in a little cage, huddled close to the dish of seeds,
A tear slid down from a little eye, there was no one to know his needs.

But Someone had a different plan, for his pain and distress was heard,
Next morning when his seed was brought and he was left without a word,

The little one realized at once, his cage door had been left open wide,
He flew down the hall and across a room and suddenly he was outside.

He flew for what seemed like miles until he finally had to land,
He circled around and dropped down below and lit upon a hand.

She smiled at him and said, “Hello” and her voice was soft and kind,

No one had ever been nice to him and he never believed he would find,
A person to love him or someone to care, having a heart brimming with

love,

But she gently took him inside with her and told him he’d, “come from above”

To fill her heart with joy again for her baby had just been taken away,

Across the Bridge to wait for her there just as he had come to stay.

She called him Hope, for he gave back her life and caused her heart to sing,

This miracle come to fill her life with joy, a miracle on feathered wing.

As he went to sleep that very night in a beautiful cage by her bed,
A tear fell down a feathered cheek as he heard what she whispered and said,

“Goodnight little Hope, wake me in the morning.

” And he gave her a feathered grin,

Author

~ Juanita Hawkins ~

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The Rescuer’s Story-In- His Words

Author

~ Juanita Hawkins ~

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One Parrot’s Rescue Cry

By Judith Archer

Will you take me home with you?
I can’t promise I’ll be good.
No one taught me how to act,
Or behave as a parrot “should”.

My first owner didn’t treat me right
He said I was “bad”.
He never forgave me for that first bite
After that, he was always mad.

He shoved me back into my cage,
And I started to scream.
Then he hit me in rage
And my life became a bad dream.

So, now I scream and yes, I bite.
I’m angry and misunderstood.
But, please take me home with you,
Love me and I’ll be good.

Please let me come home with you
And spend some time with me.
I can be sweet again, I know.
Take me home, and you’ll see.

My next owner swore at me,
I learned to say things back.
So now my words are crude and rude,
Please cut me some slack.

If you let me come home with you
I’ll learn some nicer speech.
If you are kind and give me the time
I’ll change my vulgar screech.

I’m really just a baby,
And so misunderstood.
Please let me come home with you,
I can learn to be good.

My next owner just HAD to have me.
She thought I was “way too cool”.
But now she doesn’t have the time for me.
She’s busy with boys in school.

That’s why I began to pluck,
I’m not pretty any more.
I won’t be much of an ornament,
If that’s what you’re looking for.

I may never grow new feathers,
My chest may always be bare.
But my soul, I know, could heal itself
If I only had someone who cares.

My last owner died and left me,
She said she made plans.
But she never followed through on them,
And I’ve fallen into bad hands.

Please take me home and treat me right.
And let our friendship grow.
Please let me come home with you,
This time it will work, I know.

Please overlook my failings,
Please end this pain and strife.
Please, please take me home with you,
And I’ll be your friend for life.

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THE COLD DARK ROOM

My memories as I huddle here all day
Alone and fearful, are of my home far away

Those happy days with my clutch mates and nest
That first human who fed us, those are the best

I was taken from home and a new master brought me here
I was very frightened and alone and my heart filled with fear

I was placed in a small cage with few seeds to eat
No gentle touch or words of love came my way to greet

What happened to that gentle voice and her loving touch
I need someone, please to comfort me, and love me very much

Days turned into months, then into years and I am still alone
No prayers for me, no help, no one to hear me when I moan

I’m shut away in a dirty cage so frightened by every sound
I cannot get out to play and there’s not a toy to be found

I think that I shall very soon fly high across the Bridge
I’m not quite sure just where it is, perhaps just over the ridge

I wish I could have lived a little before I have to die
But when I make my final flight there is no one here to cry

I’m very weak this morning but I hear in the house a new sound
Strange voices are heard down the hall and feet moving around

The door to my room is opened and two humans open my cage
It’s a human man and lady and my master’s in a rage

“Take him and go, he’s a worthless bird”, I heard my master scream
I was sick and scared but as I looked at the lady, I saw on her face, tears stream

She gently picked me up and held me close against her breast
She kissed my head and whispered “You’re going to have a rest”

The man said I had a new home where I would be loved all day
A home where I would be happy and free and always want to stay

But first I needed some medicine to get well as he drove to the vet
I soon was well and I knew I was loved, now I’m the happiest bird you ever met

So if you know of a little bird, who is kept in a cold dark room
Please do all you can to rescue him and save him from certain doom.

Dedicated to all the little birds in cold, dark rooms

Juanita Hawkins

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A Parrots Prayer

For all the wild caught Parrots so savagely netted and swept away from their families while their babies, dumped into burlap sacks, cried out in TERROR!

For all the exotic birds that witnessed the destruction of all the blessed trees and fled in fear from man’s thirst to dominate, stripping the land of all it’s inhabitants, leaving nothing but bare ground behind.

For all the parrots that struggled through the capture, but died merciless in transport from the stress of overcrowded, barbaric, confinements and inconceivable horror.

For all the survivors that made it into captivity but exist in a nightmare of confinement, unable to use their God given wings of flight as they once remembered.

For all the baby birds bred in captivity whose crops burned or have died needlessly from harshness of human hands.

For all captive birds that have been erased from their owners consciousness and are abandoned to a lifeless existence with only a distant memory of what it was like to hear a gentle voice from someone that used to care.

For all those helpless creatures who don’t know what it’s like to live life as a bird or even to feel the breeze or sunlight but are doomed to darkness in closets or garages, trapped inside covered cages or shackled.

For all the Macaws, Cockatoos, Amazons and Conure’s that are stripped of their vocal cords for screaming; their sensitive beaks cut back to prevent biting.

For all birds that end up for sale in pet shops or breeders like used merchandise, unwanted and frightened in strange surroundings with nothing more than the familiar sight of bars on a cage.

For all the neglected birds that are sick with infections from filthy conditions and malnourishment that may never recover and know what it WAS like to feel healthy and be playful.

For all the misconceived parrots who were beaten, stabbed, blinded and burned for just being a parrot.

For every African Grey, Cockatoo and Macaw that punishes itself from confinement and boredom by maiming their bodies and plucking their feathers and for those who have lost all spirit of life and sway their head low from side to side slowly into insanity!!!

Precious Lord, we ask you to look upon all of your magnificent feathered creations and protect them from evil and harm caused by man.

Lord, bring forth an AWAKENING in our hearts and make it a kinder, gentler world for all captive birds.

Thank you in Jesus’ Name….

AMEN

Written By: Sally Brooks

Our Feathered Friends

Into our lives from way up above,
Steal a feathered bundle of joy and love.

We are entrusted with a special life to share,
We gladly accept because we care.

They don’t always come to us free from care,
Sometimes life has been a bit unfair.

They might be carrying the weight of a life of loneliness,
Or perhaps they are pluckers, their little bodies a mess.

But we don’t care, for we are entrusted,
With the care and keeping of one so flustered.

We vow to be the best mommy or daddy we can be,
Oh sweet feathered children you will see.

Not all people are hateful and cruel,
Some of us are blessed with God’s jewel.

So to you whom lives to us have been granted,
We promise to nourish to the day we’re planted.

We will give you the love you so richly deserve,
Until the day you die we will lovingly serve.

Until the day you return to the Heavenly Father,
Rest assured our love is no bother.

When that day comes, though we be eternally sad,
Your loving sweet memory will erase all the bad.

The way you smelled or the way you held your head,
Or the way your soul brightened when your name was said.

We are all blessed because into our life you came,
Though I cry mightily, I am not ashamed.

Thank you my feathered friend,
To you always my love send.

Written by: Ron Moran

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I Only Wanted You

They say memories are golden

well maybe that is true.

I never wanted memories,
I only wanted you.

A million times I needed you,
a million times I cried.

If love alone could have saved you
you never would have died.

In life I loved you dearly,
In death I love you still.

In my heart you hold a place
no one could ever fill.

If tears could build a stairway
and heartache make a lane,
I’d walk the path to heaven
and bring you back again.

Our family chain is broken,
and nothing seems the same.

But as God calls us one by one,
the chain will link again.

~Author unknown

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Meeko

The first time I saw you,
I knew that it was true.
You were only a tender 3 weeks old
But I knew I had to have you!

You brought to me so much joy,
Laughter, smiles and tears.
I never thought I could love a bird
And relinquish all my fears.

The day I had to give you up
I thought my heart would literally break.
For the car accident I had a month before,
My independence, it would take.

I knew I could no longer take care of you
And you only deserved the best
So finding someone to be your new “mom”
I would make that my only quest.

It has now been a few years since I gave you up
And my heart still aches for your sweet kiss.
But I know your new “mom” loves you
And I pray you will live a life full of bliss!

God bless you and
I still love you, Meeko!

dallasgf974@aol.com

Something to Share

” Bird crazy ” is what they call me.
And parrots are my game.
This name I have been given.
Is an honor, not a shame.

I love them. I care for them. I comfort them too
I also work with humans
and teach them to follow through.

When you bought this lovely creature.
You probably did not know.
Just how very smart it was.
Nor how your life would go.

Sometimes they bite. Sometimes they scream
They make lot’s of messes too.
Another thing to remember is;
They’ll probably out live you.

Parrots are wild creatures
But live in homes you see.
They depend on us to give to them.
All the things they need.

They need to have their showers.
Don’t forget their Doctor too.
They cannot live on seed alone.
So Sad That many do.

They need Love and Understanding
when they are scared or hurt or sad.
They do not understand it when
we are tired, stressed, or mad.

We must always remember.
They were meant to be free.
We must give them more than just a cage.
For they would really like a tree.

So when you take a parrot home.
Please keep these things in mind.
It’s up to you to understand
And always to be kind.
By: Tammy Murphy

 http://www.thegabrielfoundation.org/

With your wings held high

You put a smile on my face
With all your might
You always left your trace
Never did I see you frown
For your smile was never upside down
Why is it that you loved me so
was I part of your soul
You were always by my side
And although you are no longer on my shoulder
I can still feel your presence
Your fluff warming my heart
I will always miss you
And I know the favor will be returned some day
For when I see you once again
It will be in the sky where
You will once again hold your wings up high

By: Andie

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The Captive Parrot

Magnificent creatures, what a wonderful sight,
When a colorful bird, takes off in a flight,

What beautiful wings, so high in the air,
Oh what i’d give, to dwell with them there,

Captured and bred, till they could no longer see,
how to live in their world, nor what its like to be free,

Its so sad how they live, confined to one spot,
Cannot perch in a tree, nor be part of a flock,

They’ve been brought in our homes, their will not in thought,
We’ll just have them as pets, whether they care or not,

Their ways we have changed, their homes we have burned,
Yet what have they shown us, but love in return?

To them we owe a lifelong debt,
How dare we mistreat them, and call them a pet?

Forgiving and trusting, our patience they need,
They cant stay in a cage, or be fed only seed,

Their spirit is high, though a prisoner they live,
What can we do, to match what they give?

What precious angels, they are indeed,
The least we can do, is provide what they need,

So remember your task, when it seems hard to do,
Your kind loving friend, will appreciate you.

Dennis Williams

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THE ONE

Ever since they got that bird
They have never spent any time with me
But what am I suppose to do
Well I sit in the corner wishing that I had never been born
I see everybody’s eyes around the bird and I wish it could be me
Then my parents go on a trip
I look at the bird with meanness
But then it shouts, “I love you”
Directly to me
Then I burst out
I was never mad just so in love I didn’t know it
He is the one I savor and now
Instead of a frown I wear
An upside down one!

By: Sam

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A few words of Wisdom

“Many of you have forgotten this truth
but you must never forget it:
you remain responsible, forever,
for what you have tamed.”

– Antoine de Saint-Exupery

We must fight against the spirit of unconscious cruelty with which we treat the animals.

Animals suffer as much as we do ….
It is our duty to make the whole world recognise it.”

Albert Schweitzer: The Philosophy of Civilization

“Like all intelligent thinking creatures, there would always be those that wore out their welcome. Some would be too noisy, some would grow up to be nasty and some would be cast out when their owners grew tired of them or went through a life change.”

Howard Voren

(One of the largest birdmill breeders in the country speaking about parrots at a breeders conference…confirming the reality, but apathetically dismissing it!)

When the human/parrot interaction goes wrong

Years ago I collected the names of 37 people I’d met who had required plastic surgery to repair the facial damage done by a parrot’s beak.

What concerned me the most was the outcome for each of those 37 birds.

All of them either lost their home or had been locked in their cages ever since.

Liz Wilson, USA parrot behaviorist, CVT

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PLIGHT OF THE PARROT

by Terri L. Doe

The Rainforest where we once lived
was lush and thick and green
The trees they reached into the sky
like none that most have seen.

And in the tree’s a hollow spot
is where we both would go,
For in the hollow, we would lay
our eggs as white as snow.

The forest it had plenty
of food for us to eat
And water holes where animals
would play and swim and meet.

One day as I was in my log
I heard an awful sound,
I flew out to the lookout branch
to see what lurked around.

A human with his nets and gloves,
machete and a sack,
Had come to steal our chicks from us,
Oh how I want them back.

And when he took our little chicks
I heard a piercing cry,
He dropped my chick from up above,
I had to watch him die.

And when he left, we went to see
our hollow and our nest
Our family was gone you see,
our place where we would rest.

The village man, he walked for miles
through forest thick and green,
The babies cried inside the bag,
it hurt to hear them scream.

Into the village with the bag
the merchants came to see,
When opened up a single chick
is all that there would be.

On the bottom lay my chick
his body limp and frail,
His eyes sunk in, his wrinkled skin,
no longer would he wail.

The thunders coming closer
the tree shakes from the ground,
Branches flying everywhere
our home is falling down.

I fly away and then I see
my mate is no where near,
I search above the tree tops
no calls for me to hear.

And on the ground my lifelong mate
lies still as still can be,
And we will never mate again
and never will be three.

And all the trees where we once lived
are gone forever now,
For roads and pastures take their place
and ranchers with their cows.

Our food supply has dwindled
our water hole is gone,
No place to rest my tired wings
Dear mate it won’t be long.

Soon you will not see us
in the forest if you look,
The library is where we’ll be
inside a picture book.

So won’t you tell your children
of the parrots you once knew,
And rest your head at night with ease
Knowing, you did all that you could do.

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Life with a Parrot

Life with a parrot is strange but sweet,
With rooms filled with chirps and chatter and cheeps.
Now gather around and I’ll tell you a tale
Of a bird who eats… and flings her kale.

Kale on the wall, kale on the floor,
Kale on the ceiling, and kale on the door.
Look down there, a bug’s on the floor!
Instead, it’s some down from a bird that’s soared…

Into the air and around my head
This bird is fleeing cause it’s time for bed.
Onto the curtain rail, on top of the door,
As if to say “Come on, come on, chase me some more!”

Into the kitchen, into the loo…
What is a cute little birdie to do?
Birdies are suckers for apples and grapes;
It’s a trick to get her down from the drapes.

Moms often need help, in the way of a ploy.
Use treats for distraction, or even a toy.
Gellert says, ” Screech!” and thinks to herself
(As she goes in her cage and into her nest):
“I’m not tired; don’t want to rest.”

I babble and chatter and chirp and cheep;
Then forage around for my last bit of treat.
I look for the Kale; it’s nowhere in sight!
Look! There! There’s some by the light!

I know what to do; I’ll snatch it through flight,
But the cage door is bolted and locked real tight.
Someone please help! I need one last bite!!!!!

I let out a scream and Mommy comes by,
To check out the problem; she quickly replies…
“Gellert, I love you, but it’s time for bed.”
Out the light went so I firmly said,

“Squishy swha shwa squishy shwye”

I think she understood and to my delight,
She brought me some kale from the kitchen so bright.
I had a few bites and then I was done.
I decided it was time to fling some for fun.

Mommy soon said, “Now have a good night.”
I closed my eyes and out went the lights.
I grinded my beak; my content’s no disguise.
I dreamed through the night of kale and treats,

Cause my mommy is neat; she can’t be beat.
She knows what a bird like me wants to eat.

Written by……Lisa Long……

Owner of Gellert…Green-Cheeked Conure/Lovebirds. Member of Parrot Passions UK

One Parrot’s Rescue Cry By Judith Archer