! ! Hand-fed
A scarlet beak
tapped at my kitchen window.
A scarlet head
stared at me through the glass.
A dog barked.
The bird didn't flinch.
It perched insouciantly -
head tilted to one side.
I opened the back door -
the bird turned its head.
I held out a handful of seed.
A pair of green wings
A pair of soft claws
fastened companionably around my finger.
the mate arrived.
She landed on my shoulder
fixing me with the brightest eyes.
My beloved grabbed the camera.
The image is indelible.
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