A relaxing weekend morning.
Two close acquaintances drop by for coffee and share the following story, which I thought to translate.
A young parrot was talking more than a woman
and sometimes he was even more eloquent.
"The renegade," they whispered, "is sure to have a soul,
No doubt he can speak with his eyes."
Although his cackle was much admired
the parrot did not have the gift - so rare -
to be liked.
Everyone hated the parrot of the house.
An agile squirrel,
hopping and tumbling about
- almost a clever monkey -
made himself much loved by all,
including the marmot in the yard.
The parrot said:
How do you go about being liked?"
"I beg you - tell me your secret."
The squirrel, who thought the parrot pathetic,
"My chatty friend,
I'm never feared,
- and always mute."