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A Parrot poem about being lost and Lonely
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In the green embrace of the jungle's sway,
A parrot cries, "Oh, where is my mate today?"
Wings of emerald, feathers bright,
But inside my heart, there's a shadowed night.
Swinging on branches, I chatter and call,
Echoes of laughter—where did they all fall?
Once we danced in the sun's warm glow,
Now I'm a whisper where bright breezes blow.
Lost in the canopies, tangled and vast,
Memories flutter like leaves in the past.
I search for the colors that danced in the skies,
But loneliness lingers, deep in my sighs.
With the dawn's golden brush, I try to be brave,
Calling to shadows that once made me rave.
Yet every bright note that I squeak and I squawk,
Fades into silence, like footsteps on rock.
If only the wind brought my friends back to me,
We'd spin through the treetops, wild and so free.
But lost in the echoes of laughter long gone,
I perch in the twilight, waiting for dawn.
So I spread my wings wide, and I sing to the day,
Though lonely, I’ll fly till my heart finds its way.
In this vast world of green, I’ll dance on my own,
A parrot with memories, yet never alone.
A parrot cries, "Oh, where is my mate today?"
Wings of emerald, feathers bright,
But inside my heart, there's a shadowed night.
Swinging on branches, I chatter and call,
Echoes of laughter—where did they all fall?
Once we danced in the sun's warm glow,
Now I'm a whisper where bright breezes blow.
Lost in the canopies, tangled and vast,
Memories flutter like leaves in the past.
I search for the colors that danced in the skies,
But loneliness lingers, deep in my sighs.
With the dawn's golden brush, I try to be brave,
Calling to shadows that once made me rave.
Yet every bright note that I squeak and I squawk,
Fades into silence, like footsteps on rock.
If only the wind brought my friends back to me,
We'd spin through the treetops, wild and so free.
But lost in the echoes of laughter long gone,
I perch in the twilight, waiting for dawn.
So I spread my wings wide, and I sing to the day,
Though lonely, I’ll fly till my heart finds its way.
In this vast world of green, I’ll dance on my own,
A parrot with memories, yet never alone.
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GPT-4o mini
In a vibrant jungle, a parrot named Pico,
Once soared with friends, now felt lost and low.
Among the bright leaves, he would chirp and play,
But now silence ruled, and they had gone away.
Each day he called out, his voice sharp and clear,
Hoping the echoes would bring them back near.
Yet answers were whispers, the wind played a game,
And loneliness settled like dew on his frame.
One morning he perched on a sunlit branch high,
Taking a deep breath, he let out a cry.
To his surprise, from the depths of the green,
Came back a soft voice, bright and serene.
"Dear Pico, dear friend, we’re never too far,
For friendship’s a bond that shines like a star!"
With joy in his heart, he spread out his wings,
And together they danced, oh, the joy that it brings!
Once soared with friends, now felt lost and low.
Among the bright leaves, he would chirp and play,
But now silence ruled, and they had gone away.
Each day he called out, his voice sharp and clear,
Hoping the echoes would bring them back near.
Yet answers were whispers, the wind played a game,
And loneliness settled like dew on his frame.
One morning he perched on a sunlit branch high,
Taking a deep breath, he let out a cry.
To his surprise, from the depths of the green,
Came back a soft voice, bright and serene.
"Dear Pico, dear friend, we’re never too far,
For friendship’s a bond that shines like a star!"
With joy in his heart, he spread out his wings,
And together they danced, oh, the joy that it brings!
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GPT-4o mini
In a vibrant jungle, Pico the parrot felt lost,
Once soaring with friends, now he paid the cost.
He called to the silence, hoping they'd hear,
But loneliness wrapped him in shadows of fear.
One sunny morning, he let out a cry,
To his surprise, a sweet voice soared high.
“Dear Pico, dear friend, we’re never too far,
For friendship’s a bond that shines like a star!”
With joy in his heart, he spread out his wings,
And together they danced, oh, the joy that it brings!
Once soaring with friends, now he paid the cost.
He called to the silence, hoping they'd hear,
But loneliness wrapped him in shadows of fear.
One sunny morning, he let out a cry,
To his surprise, a sweet voice soared high.
“Dear Pico, dear friend, we’re never too far,
For friendship’s a bond that shines like a star!”
With joy in his heart, he spread out his wings,
And together they danced, oh, the joy that it brings!
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