Bird Flew in...

...Of yellow breast, neat and preened
Flowing seemless, grey to charcoal
Down to leg o' brown, atop talons scorn black

Flocking round beautiful breasts
Wings ironed in tite, painted bottum to top
Black t' charcoal t' grey then glossy Parrot green
Further up we go, the highlite of hiz show
Eyes, dark blue lyke navy
Perfectly circled in band o' whyte
Thick az thirty day grass full of Life

Colour vibrant, oh yes indeed
This fella iz high fashion

Training thru observation equally impressiv
One moment an eye towards U, t' next away
Mooved, scopeing and scanning nook and branch
Yet movement unseen, so slow and sealed
Lyke a childs fresh blown bubbl floating in air
Turning, yet we can not see
Scans and scopes, one eye here and now there
Az to stalk supper purely by look
Screech-Screech-Screech-Screech
Off he thrusts eyes R locked
Did t' beak peck that red/orange Gecko first
Or did feet clutch t' branch
No matter, chomp, chomp--chomp
Gulp, beauty down, beauty flys
Next tree, next motionless movement

Thanx fer yer share, i do declare
Its moments lyke theez
That makes one, just stop and stare

Ostional...

...Thunder.

an echo of space

run-run...she will give chase