Louise Marie DelSanto - My Sister Became a Parakeet

My sister became a parakeet <br />I would go to my daughters house <br />and see her clinging on the screen <br />of the front window and screeching <br />to other birds in an old Maple tree. <br /> <br />Her wings would spread and <br />would extend far outward, <br />her reflection in that window <br /> <br />Outside, a morning dove, my brother <br />would urge her to come and fly, <br />the racoon sleeping under the bushes, <br />my other brother, would laugh <br />' No.'she would answer in a screech. <br /> <br />The blue of her wings were like the sky <br />the tips unclipped, had grown, and there <br />was nothing to stop her from leaving. <br /> <br />I heard the birds singing from across the <br />street...and watched the parakeet sit beside <br />the black and white cat above the couch. <br />The bird named my sister...'a bad dream <br />is all it is, she told the cat. <br /> <br />I wanted to open the window and let <br />her fly away with the Morning doves <br />And only the moon and stars would know <br />my secret.<br /><br />Louise Marie DelSanto<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem..../my-sister-became-a-