Ode

I will write an ode about parrots, and especially the parrots that had been a member of my house in the past and present. My mom doesn’t like to have cats, dogs, and other animals that can make a mess as a pet, so we bought parrots instead, white, green, blue, yellow, gray, parrots of various colors and sizes. The kind of parrots that we bought before does not have a very strong immune system, so a lot of them died. One of the interesting and sad thing is, each parrot died in a different way. After one parrot dies, we buy a new one, but not immediately, usually after 1 year. The kind of parrot currently living in my house has a very strong immune system, and it has been with our family for almost 6 years. I can think of many things to describe my parrots:

-  Feathery

-  Can fly

-  Very noisy sometimes

-  Sits on our shoulder

-  Gets very puffy when the weather is cold

-  Is scared of a lot of things, ex. The phone, pens

-  Likes to chew on paper

-  Makes sounds like whistling

-  Whole body is gray except the head, the head is yellow and has two orange spots on the side

-  Likes to “explore” dark places, ex. Drawers

-  Smells bird feed

-  Has a very long tail

-  Likes to get its head scratched, like dogs

-  Likes any green plant