THE MACAW (POEM)


 The Macaw is a paragon of beauty,
Colourful feathers, sharp beak,
The Macaw has a voice of imitation,
Human sound, style of conversation,
Every movement of her is elegant,
Which is fanciful to an human infant!

She catches the chords of our heart,
Becomes dearest friend, it's her Art,
She can dance and play with music,
Obey her master, which is fantastic,
Hers is the flying style like cloud,
She can say "love you",crying loud!

The Macaw is not an object of negligence,
Even it can catch up the human duty,
She Can tell forward what is happening,
Can become friend, emotion deepening ,
She is a vivacious Bird chirping sweetly,
Displaying all colours, cutest naturally!

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