Blue Bird
You greet me with a happy chirp when I walk into the room.
I see your head turn and you puff up.
You're such a pretty bird.
When I stick my hand into the cage, you fly and land on the right side of the cage.
Then I extend my finger as I reach farther into the cage.
That's when you jump onto my hand.
You chirp and I call you pretty bird.
I motion for you to hop off my hand.
Blue bird, you are a really good friend.
Such a pretty bird...
8-27-15
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