A little living creature in colours so bold,
Asking for so little and waiting so patiently,
A flight down onto the banister railing,
On wings of pristine green,
And head and chest in scarlet red.
**
A chirp or two, such a quiet request,
Tiny feet pitter pattering the wooden rail,
Black beak clicking as a sign of trust,
Knowing your request will be honoured,
Sunflower seeds will be dished by hand.
You are slightly wary,
But not enough for such a wild animal,
As you gingerly creep towards my outstretched hand,
Trusting innocence,
And picture perfect delight.
**
Methodically chewing open each seed pod,
To the tender kernel of joy inside,
My heart swells at the blind trust you honour me with,
As you fill your crop to your hearts content,
And finally chirp your thanks as you spread your wings and fly away.
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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Another wonder from your holiday in paradise. Thank you for sharing this with us, Colleen.
My toxic trait is that I think I can hand feed a tiger or shark 🤣🤣🤣🤣 Loved your poem and photos!