A flock of mandarin parakeets…

A flock of mandarin parakeets found themselves a perch amidst the strategy play in green palace trees, for which they are responsible, having laid not one single claim upon future tyrannies. However, the forests in their emerald, sensing disarray, took on a maternal stare while attaching silencers to those beaks in nests where, cries of newborn chickadees may attract the murderous affairs of flight invasion. The young baby birds now protected inside carefully wrapped tiny leaf cones. How unfortunate for them, with their cruel linear perspective of this cylindrical summer!

The army of parakeets pitch up their parachutes in invisible tents. They do in fact plan to stay for awhile. As they keep close watch over the tree terrestrial, their heads spin 360 degree tropical smiles.

They have come to avenge the murder of color orange.


One thought on “A flock of mandarin parakeets…

  1. This colorful piece reminds me of looking through an expected kaleidoscope. Though really nothing is as to be predictable. Every word, execution of feeling, the illustration of word choice -a whirlwind of Excellence.


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