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Placed upon their perch, they await my arrival home, Patient, confined, all day they barely cause a stir. Bursting with energy, Programmed to scurry, They crane their necks as I open the door. Screeches pierce the air, My concern abates, Their sounds fill me with contentment. I place them upon my shoulder, we amble to the mirror, I speak to them in human tones, They are curious and confused. They bow their heads for a gentle touch, And I am grateful for their friendship. Trusting and loving, they carry no burden. From these simple creatures, we have much to learn.
Author martinfeldPosted on 07/03/202007/03/2020Categories Type

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