Life came to a standstill,
when there was a rumor at the mill,
about a parrot at the zoo,
which could not only talk, but talk back too.
People went in droves, to see
with own eyes, truth to the story.
Stood around the cage they asked,
in chorus, What's your name?
It only asked right back,
What's your name?
Disappointed, they left.
Bereft, The bird idly thought,
of communication gaps and rude humans.
. . .
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