Rose-ringed Parakeets

All the birds I see are cajoling me to
hear the music playing behind us near that
willow tree where parakeets somehow seem to
   be reappearing.

Two by two they hide in the branches making
such a fuss about absolutely nothing:
combing lime-green feathers, and screaming
   at one another.

Herons, ducks, and seagulls are taking baths in
chilly springtime waterways underneath those
two romantic parakeets playing with each
   other's appearance. 

a few pics and words about the birds

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