Just like the jazz man, she commands attention,
she does not bebop, she does dance around the room like a Sufi,
She can not be touched or she will bite you.
But if you allow her to come on her own accord she will lite on you shoulder for awhile.
She loves to chew on the word, she has bitten a few pages of my bible; maybe a section that I need to pay more attention to, or maybe not. She is my free spirited bird; a truly loved bird because she plays her own song daily.
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