Rascal
An anagram poem for Judey Kalchik's unofficial challenge
Our parrot,
this tiny prattling pest, thinks he is a raptor,
the cage his trap or a fortress to defend with claw and beak
or part of our hollow in a huge communal tree.
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Katarzyna Popiel
A translator, a writer. Two languages to reconcile, two countries called home.
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What a cutie 😍
Such a sweet poem! Great job with using the letters!
How lovely and lighthearted!
This is a clever way to use the letters! Well done