Black, red beak and a beady eye
Almost hidden in the loquat tree
When I move so does he
Collecting crumbs left from morning tea
I built a bird feeder
Not left overs but healthy,
Expensive cat food.
Trust.
Yesterday into my living room.
Food? Looking for me?
Then ouldn’t find his way out.
I found him fluttering at the window.
He hopped down, walked about my feet
Back to the window
I shut doors and windows
Slowly, slowly
Wrapped my hands about him. No struggle.
Released from the balcony, a chirp of thank you.
Today hopping about my feet
Cat food, expensive, but. . .
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