Inner Woman

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