my cushions
my territory is
wherever we are.
yes we kill birds
too many they say.
perhaps humans will
learn to keep us indoors
someday.
(meanwhile if you see us,
please capture, spay/neuter
and feed us.)
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About Me
- karen lyons kalmenson
- I am a proud senior, forever hippie, who has incorporated the peace and love vibe into the technosphere of the 21st century. Gratitude and love of all beings is what I live for and how I live. My husband and I are guardians of pteribird in heaven and magic Mikey a special needs senior parrot, whose intelligence and love is beautiful and humbling. Blessings
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