Sense Sonnet - Acher

 One Bird Unheard

While walking through the woods one day

I spied a parrot in a tree.

Wondering if the bird might say

Something important just for me,

I sat down and prepared to write

Down what the parrot had to speak,

All the profound and wise insight

That could come from the parrot's beak.

Pen and paper in hand I sat

And waited patiently to hear

What the parrot would tell me that

Would only be meant for my ear.

Hours went by and not one word

Was spoken to me by this bird.