Is the Parakeet Blue or Are You?

A blue parakeet on her perch,

her tiny claws clasp the wooden bar.

She watches the cat on the couch

feigning sleep.  The bird knows better.

By midday, boredom or hunger

motivates her to her feeder

for some bird seed or fresh water 

or to look into the  mirror.

It is your imagination,

thinking she is lonely, sighing

for the avian escapees, 

the wild bunch that flew to Florida.

She knows enough to fear the cat,

to wait for the hand feeding her.

What do I know!  Maybe she loathes

the hand, loathes the bird in the mirror.