The neighbor’s macaw pestered all visitors,
mocking the noises of signal or song.
No words could he mutter of human endeavor,
but of croaks and of squawks all evening long.
But my mother, he’d mimic
her abounding laugh,
no sound as replete as this.
Despite lacking candor,
forgiveness; regret-
It’s the richness of laughter I miss.
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