I was surprised to see finches and canaries
in the bird house at the park this morning.
The pair of quail were huddled in the corner;
one rather plucked like a chicken
ready for the pot.
The cockateils were popping in and out of holes
in wooden nest boxes high on the shelf.
The green and yellow budgerigars were chirping
and kissing their mates
and looking sideways at me.
Around the corner, on the outside,
the flock of doves were cooing
and pecking large grains of wheat
strewn on the ground.
And I felt my own ruffled feathers soothed,
softened and cooled.