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After the hurricane of the late forties, / Peter Polite says, in the live-oak trees / Were weird, macabre macaws / And ash-colored cockatoos, blown overseas / From Nassau and the West Indies.
These hopped about like dead men's thoughts / Among the draggled Spanish moss, / Preening themselves, all at a loss, / Preening faint _caws_, / And shrieking from nostalgia -- / With dull screams like a child / Born with neuralgia -- / And this seems true to me, / Fitting the landscape's drab grotesquery.