Macaws Come and Go
by: Kelly M.
Up, up I go
high into the canopy
like a plane.
Oh, look
there is my favorite fruit.
My best friend, a Spix's macaw.
He is almost extinct
you know.
It is December now
time to mate.
Oh, look
there is a pretty one.
A blue and yellow one
just like me.
We have a nest
of hardwood.
100 feet up.
Two eggs,
zeros.
It is January
hatching time.
Ours hatched five days apart.
It's the middle of January
they can fly with us
like a flock of geese.
They have irises
dark as the night sky.
They pretend to be babies.
They are three years old
it is their turn to look for mates.
If they get taken to the zoo
they will live 50-70 years.
If they keep living here
They'll live 30-45 years.
Both are 40 now
we are already gone.
They fly up to the canopy,
with their mates,
for their last flight.
Then out of the stillness there is
a
Thud!
They are dead.
Dead. Dead. Gone.