Heat
Pretty, peach face, lovebird, parrot
avian melody sings.
Hoping to call a mate over for carrots
and dance love on their wings.
Busily preparing a proper nest
for the fruition of the mating call.
Abraham Lincoln "I say try-if we never try, we shalll never succeed."
I have decided to make this my motto, I will keep trying till I get it right!
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