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Ruffled Feathers

Debjani Chatterjee

My parrot with the ruffled feathers

is bolshie;

its language

is nobody’s business;

its squawk stabs the ears.


And such attitude!

You see it when it cocks its head;

catch its crazed gleam — and freeze!

When it flies

above you — duck!


My bird’s one wicked pet.

Yeah — it’s teaching me a thing or two.

From Atlas magazine issue 2, 2007