All the birds I see are cajoling me to
hear the music playing behind us near
that
willow tree where parakeets somehow
seem to
be reappearing.
Two by two they hide in the branches
making
such a fuss about absolutely nothing:
combing lime-green feathers, and
screaming
at one another.
Herons, ducks, and seagulls are taking
baths in
chilly springtime waterways underneath
those
two romantic parakeets playing with
each
other's appearance.
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