Snapshot 16 February 02005

Blue Sky Day

In which Blue,
Blue budgie,
little Blue God,
Blue bird
of Happiness

teaches his human
new tricks.

                        Fly
from the sun-
room to the high-
est kitchen shelf.

Wait in a teacup.

Call her.
Call again.

Hop on her finger.
Reward with tipped
head and encouraging
chirps. Allow her
to carry you
to the last step.

Then lift.
And repeat.

Now and then
let her return you
to your perch.
Intermittent
reinforcement
is the best kind.

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not really a poem, I know -- but it is what I have.

Comments

[msdedi]

your budgie is beautiful...what did you name him/her?
(enjoyed the poempost)

[Karen]

Just plain Blue is good!

[SB]

Blue it is.

[Karen]

We always had parakeets when I was little. My dad would win them at the San Gennaro's feast. A long tradition of birds named Lucky.

[Dick Jones]

Delightful. A clever reversal of the relationship - entirely appropriate in the case of cats, of course, but I'd never thought of it as the case with birds too!