Monk parakeets, green, with grubby baby faces
swing on a birdfeeder in our neighbor’s backyard.
How is it that people live in other places
and think, “Life in the big city must be so hard”?
NaPoWriMo, Day 15 prompt: Write a pantun, a poem with four-line stanzas, with an a-b-a-b rhyme scheme, where each line has 8-12 syllables and the second two lines take a departure from the first two. Got that?
Marilyn Rauch Cavicchia 
Displaced city girl says, “This!”
Thanks, complynn! My daughter is a pugnacious city girl, and she always says, “Mom, I can’t believe people think the city is just tall buildings and cars.” We are lucky to live in a neighborhood with lots of green space — and descendants of ’70s pet store van escapees (or that’s the story, anyway).
Not a form I’m familiar with, but you did it delightfully.
Thank you, David!