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#1088354 added April 29, 2025 at 6:33pm
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Cockatoo Swing
No choir here, no song
from the cockatoo
who swings deliberately
on the hanging basket
of flowers, regarding
me with a live eye,
sizing me up, his creamy
form larger than that
of my outraged cat.
He unfurls his yellow
crest like a fan,
& swings, gentle,
ornamental, watchful,
with purpose, wanting
cat biscuits from the bowl.

The cat, small & black,
stands guard, defiant.
The cockatoo, patient,
swings in the flowers.

with a very cheap webcam
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