Vocalizations by imitations

Flash your colors, bright.

Flex your feathers, hide the imperfections.

Sweet coos, soothing,

like the sound of water flowing

from the bath. Take a

dip, wash the dirt from your wings.

What’s done is done, no changing

that. Open your mouth, words will rise.

Regurgitate what your mother

told your father. I love you.

Watch his eyes, and his, and his

sparkle with delight, just his type.

But you’re not his type, or his or his,

saying the perfect things

at the perfect time.