She Still Sings

Cute Sweety danced within the cage, my lovebird parrot since long gone. I remember her curved crimson beak sleek mounted on slim silky emerald body sheen. An articulated human speech expert, she sang songs for me when I asked. Neck bent, in sharp voice said “thank you” each time I gave her fruit, carrot and nut. Perched proud on my shoulder, she liked to softly peck my ear. She was the only pet I had, I adored her, enjoyed avian friendship for a long while. The mute cage is now empty, but Sweety still sings in my heart, I hear. February 13, 2020 For A Brian Strand 1090