Out and about approaching dusk
While it's light but only just
The strangest sight you'll likely meet's
The gathering of the Parakeets.

The southern English Parakeet
Was not a sight you once would meet.
But southern parts are now its home
And wide across these parts they roam.

They gather first in ones and twos
Green and striking in the gloom.
Flying in from all directions.
Small groups squawking in the trees.

They slowly muster, gathering strength
Forming ever larger groups.
Militaristic flight formation
Squadrons flocking to new trees.

As if at a sign they'll swarm together
Swarming war like cross the skies
A strange and foreign green invader
Gathering in our English Trees.