i am meant to be wild and wild i am.
my name is magic mikey and my life,
complicated.
to abuse, misery and neglect i was
once relegated.
then rescued i was by a helping wing.
and finally i learned
that life is a good thing.
two kind human beings adopted me
just as i was.
a plucked little parrot,
bald, with some feathers and fuzz.
but they saw my spirit and helped
me dream once again.
i call them my staff and also
my bestest friends.
for those who want to be guardians of birds such as me.
please understand the difficulty.
we need love, attention, proper nutrition
and good medical advice.
we are not objects for vanity
or decoration..
that not very nice.
so if you comprehend what
it takes to be employees of
those like me
adopt from a shelter....
for the best
avian company
thanks you
my story :https://www.facebook.com/104800036217714/photos/a.146918818672502.20849.104800036217714/840528555978188/?type=3&theater
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- karen lyons kalmenson
- greetings! i have managed to incorporate my eternal woodstock nation spirit with the high tech 21st century world. i am an artist/writer, who dabbles in rhyme, and, sometimes, reason. my passions are my husband, who is truly the wind that ruffles my sails, animals rights, yoga...waking up in the morning. i find inspiration in too many things to list, and far too many more to remember. sketching, watercolor painting,poetry and photography are my ways of expressing joy and gratitude. from living with a chronic illness, i have learned the beauty of each day, and treat each as another sun salutation, and another chance.
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