a flock of parrots
concealed in the old quarry
on their own mission
a flight on green summer wings
urban tropical surprise
While we were visiting the mission, this poem happened! This is the second time we have seen wild parrots somewhere we would never have expected it (the first was around a large rain puddle in a parking lot in Austin). Wild parrots are always a fun surprise! Also, I recently shared a whole pack of polaroids from our excursion to the Missions on my website: you can see them here. Thank you for reading!
The Poetry Patio 