Feathers of colours
Green, red and white
Like a bundle of flowers
I hold him in my hands
And he always feels cozy ...
At times sits on my head
And dances to the music
Heard...
Crooning his way all along
Expressing.....he is happy!!
When my face is dull
Changes his face to look sad
Pecking me with his tiny beaks
Makes me feel....he is there !!
It's a beauty to see him fly
But rarely is it's happening
He walks with his tiny legs
Preening at every step....
Beauty is his identity
While his claws sets his class
He is my feathery friend
My Rio......!!!
May 5, 2021
May 5, 2021 at 8:04 AM UTC
Feathers of colours
Green, red and white
Like a bundle of flowers
I hold him in my hands
And he always feels cozy ...
At times sits on my head
And dances to the music
Heard...
Crooning his way all along
Expressing.....he is happy!!
When my face is dull
Changes his face to look sad
Pecking me with his tiny beaks
Makes me feel....he is there !!
It's a beauty to see him fly
But rarely is it's happening
He walks with his tiny legs
Preening at every step....
Beauty is his identity
While his claws sets his class
He is my feathery friend
My Rio......!!!
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