By Marc Carver
We went into the tropic garden
I put my hands out hoping one would land on me
but none did.
Then half way round a big one came down and sat on her shoulder
like a parrot
I thought it would fly off but it stayed with her all the way round.
When we got to the exit she looked at me
If we take it out there it will die I said
So eventually I got it off and it just sat on a leaf.
Of course all it wanted was to die
I see that now
Marc Carver has published some ten volumes of poetry and performed around the world but the most important thing to him is that people get something from his work