Day 26

 Apologies for people with these names....would have used my own, but Sarahs aren't endangered ..yet....


Kevins,

It is rumoured your name

Will be extinct;

You do not renew your species


I'll take the children

To see you in captivity,

So beautiful and gentle 

Behind the glass of your enclosure 


Meanwhile, 


Barrys sing beautiful

in the new aviary. Barbaras

pace the square feet of captivity

in a summer dress


Oh Pat, oh Pat

I see your bright blue 

against the hothouse green.

Nature, nicely dressed and wild

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