Grandma's Parakeet

tiny weight of grandma’s parakeet on my finger spider leg toes bones enclosed in skin the curved pins the claws that grip my finger balancing its wiry weight of beak and wings the feathered fan of tail compacted pulling downward balances the body full of webs of bones like veins inside my eye delicate bones like grandma herself thin and fragile with holy hair thick and white it fans like feathers in my dreams