Author's Note: Parenting is hard, and full of unexpected, sometimes unpleasant reminders.
your bird does not speak english
most mornings i am up and gone long before the bird awakens and begins her loud complaint that you are still in bed not up, not about, not crooning not filling the food dish not opening the cage to say come out and play with me but today's a holiday and i hear the rising volume of a cockatiel's complaint at being ignored. the near train-whistle panic that you have simply walked out of the room without her on your shoulder also hear you fussing at her telling her to shush, to wait be patient, that life happens on your time-table not hers that you are in charge, the boss the ultimate decider i wince, hearing the echoes of what i'm sure i said to you when your speech was limited to shrieks and chatter during that pressured time in my life when you, like your present pet, did not speak english
©2021 Jim Lewis
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