I find joy
In a ball of feathers
Grass green, corn yellow
Pumpkin orange, blueberry blue, twilight purple and pearl white.
A colorful conglomerate of
Fluff, arranged in miraculous order, laying just right, one feather overlapping the other and so on.
And this all works...as she takes flight and speeds above my head in a zip and flash.
She nestles into my cheeks at night, as she has done for all her life. 2 years now, she has showered me with a love and affection I have never known before. She gives me motivation to rise each morning; chopping vegetables and fruits, tending sprouts for her to enjoy.
She is so delicate and tiny. This creature with a huge soul. Compassionate when I need it, and knowing me when my emotions shift. She nestles closer, kisses my nose, with her curving pearly beak. She knows how to tear flesh with it, but never on purpose. She skims my eyebrow, preening me, moves into the hollow of my eye and with such discernment, gently preens my eyelashes. And there is a trust never spoken. We have no language but feelings. And that way we understand. She knows I would never harm her. I know she won't hurt me. She learned to say "I love you" first. A gravely tone only other Conure bird owners learn to recognize. She learned it first and says it often, knowing context and not just mimicking. She learned it first because I say it more than anything else. A pure expression I cannot contain. I could write more, but she is waking up, and I must not fail her. I sing her a morning song as I open her home up, parting her night curtains to let her get used to the daylight. Bring her to the window, examine our day, pointing out things like a blue sky, yellow sun, real clouds, wind and the tiny birds outside. She fluffs up shaking slumber off. She gets excited for the yellow bell pepper seeds i let her pick out from a halved one. Her tiny head getting lost in the pepper, as little growls of joy escape her.
She is my joy. My absolute bliss. I love my little JelliBean.
Let us start each day together, forevermore.