Inner Woman -
Lovebirds
On a branch
Above my head
Hidden in the
Canopy
Rainbow palette
Feathers shed
as he preens
her prickly head
Her beak a sharp
plucking harp
She tears her chest
and lines their nest
The routine
is endless
Primp preen
Fathomless
Instinct driven
Lovebirds shriven
the eternal cycle
of survival’s manacle
Their myth
desperate
reality
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