blessed are we
when visited by
birds
feasting
nesting
mating
in our trees
I say ‘our trees’
but they belong to no-one
we just put a fence
around
maybe even planted some
but we are enchanted
by the drop-ins
they attract
bottlebrush bobbing
beneath beady-eyed beauty
little cuties
time was
I kept some
in cages
aviaries
filled with lovebirds
finches
cockatiels
and I could watch them
at my leisure
but the pleasure
of captivity
wore thin
I let them fly
goodbye
and took the hit
of being accused of murder
condemning them
to die
out in the clear blue sky
can’t win
how lucky am I?
to sit and watch
these exquisite feathers
in my yard
gorging themselves
on nectar
pissed as parrots
in a bar.

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