I saw the cutest little male parrot.
Standing in front of me.
He was holding a seed in his beak.
He was trying to feed it to me.
As a gift.
So he moved his soft feathered throat over my neck.
It felt soft and warm.
I felt small, humble and greatful.
As I looked up and accepted the seed from his beak, a warm flooding feeling flushed up my body and woke me up...
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