The
Rescue's Song
Judith
Archer
"Will
you take me home with you?
I can’t promise I’ll be good
No one has taught me how to act
Or behave as a parrot "should."
My owner didn’t treat me right
He said that I was "bad"
He never forgave me that first bite
After that, he was always mad.
He shoved me back into my cage
And so I started to scream
Then he hit me in a rage
And my life became a bad dream.
So now I scream and yes, I bite
I’m angry and misunderstood
But please please take me home with you
Love me and I’ll be good.
Please let me come home with you
And spend some time with me
I can be sweet again I know
Take me home, you’ll see."
"My first
owner swore at me
I learned to say things back
So now my words are crude and rude
Please cut me some slack.
If you let me come home with you
I’ll learn some nicer speech
If you are kind and give me time
I’ll change my vulgar screech.
I’m really just a baby
And so misunderstood
Please let me come home with you
I can learn to be good."
"My owner
just HAD to have me
She thought I was "way cool"
But now she doesn’t have time for me
She’s busy with boys and school.
That’s why I began to pluck
I’m not pretty any more
I won’t be much an ornament
If that’s what you’re looking for.
I may never grow new feathers
My chest may always be bare
But my soul I know could heal itself
If only someone would care."
"I once
belonged to a sailor
Together we roamed the sea
Then he needed some money
So he decided to sell me
I don’t know what happened
Maybe I’d just gotten "old"
I looked at him with love
He looked at me and saw gold.
So I was sold to a breeder
Who introduced me to my mate
We produced chicks for nine years
I was pleased with my fate.
But then I developed an illness
and I could no longer produce
She took my mate away from me
She said I was of no use.
You might think that after nine years
I had earned some rest
But she couldn’t be bothered to keep me
To her I was a pest.
It wasn't anything I asked for
It wasn’t anything I did
She sent me off to an auction
To be sold at the highest bid.
Who will buy a bird like me
Neither breeder nor a pet
It doesn’t matter to my owner
She’ll take what she can get.
Could you would you bid on me?
Can I come home with you?
I’d give anything to have a home
Is there nothing I can do?"
"My last
owner died and left me
She said that she made plans
But she never followed through on them
And I’ve fallen into bad hands.
Please overlook my failings
Please end this pain and strife
Please take me home with you
I’ll be your friend for life.
My owner’s kids didn’t want me
They called every shelter in town
They’ve gotten an answer from one
That offered to put me down.
After forty-five years of love
Can this be the end?
Is there no one out there
Who wants a lifetime friend?
Will you take me home with you
And let me be your friend?
Please let me come home with you
I deserve a better end.
Please take me home and treat me right
And let our friendship grow
Please let me come home with you
This time it will work, I know."
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Editors
note:
Permission
MUST be granted from Judith for re-printing. You can contact her at JAtcher@aol.com.
Judith
wrote this with a few of her many adopted members of her flock. Most of
her flock she did rescue and adopt. She encourages clubs and organizations
to reprint this poem and asks that a copy of the publication be sent to
her.
