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The Green Parrot’s Call of El Yunque

In El Yunque’s dark, rain-soaked trees,

clouds drift low where orchids bloom.

A bright green flash cuts through the leaves—

my wild parrot cries out.

With a crown of red like rising fire

and wings of green and shining gold,

it calls Aquí into the forest,

a voice older than the hills.

A teal-bright tail, a moon-shaped beak,

a black eye sharp and free—

a tiny spark of forest light,

never captured, always wild.