There are moments

 There are moments where we contemplate 

what 

Is and was

We rail at fate

Then we revel

When those moments pass

A sigh of relief with a 

Tad of alas

We ask many questions 

We ask none at all

The moving chaos 

In

Echoing halls 

The soft blanket 

Of silence 

We hold on tight

Our hearteyes seeking 

A gentle light

Little boidie

 I adjusting to the changes of my head

I cuddles even more

And kicked my humans outta

What was once their bed

When I gets tired

Aforementioned humans feed me

By hand

This head twist is annoying

But life is still grand

Mommy and daddy looking into new cage scenario for me so i am more secure and safe… yeah right they just want their bed back

Magic Mikey king queen and everything in between DNA tested male with an ovary

Keeper of two humans feathered wild child and Bon vivant

Are

 Are Kindness and compassion too much to ask?

Are we as a species up to the task?

A flower grows

 A flower goes where it grows 

Does not search for more

Just what it knows 

Fx’d

 A bug on the windshield 

A building in the back

Grooveous ingredients 

For a science pic-tion hack

The bug that ate bond street 

Ack ack ack😜🪳

July 4

 No politics just very pretty parrots ❤️🪶🦜our magic Mikey on the left and our pteribird in heaven on the right. 

Find joy in the freedom to love and be loved

Oops one day early 😜

Small miracles

 Small miracles loom so lovingly large ❤️🪶🦜

Our ailing magic Mikey, preening so pretty for the first time in days. A moment, timeless, in time