Oh, that’s right!
She’d had a most wondrous dream where these birds like a cross between parakeets and cockatiels had come to her from the wild blue, and played in and out of a portable cage that she provided for them mid-traveling between destinations in her and their journeying.
One especially liked to be touched and held and its feathers fluffed and kissed – it loved lots and lots of soft, cooing, fluffy kissss that she would give to it from her heart flame’s rekindled warmth and fascinated adoration.
And as she alliwed herself to delight in their not too loud warbles, she could feel the shame and regret of sticky failures that had not been her own, but were cast upon her by the dispersions of other humans and society still clinging to her from when she had lived and tried but been weighed down by dependencies in the past – now next levels expanding currently.
And she worried that she had no consistencty in routines nor stability nor funding to help care for their happiness.
All she knew was that a small flock of the most magical creatures had found her, and they were singing and fluttering all around her, landing on her shoulders, taking turns letting her touch, kiss, sing to, and cuddle them – with the male leader playing the most with her and seeming determined to claim her as his home.
Candid Corvid Productions 