Bird Bath

She does it on Sunday mornings,

pacing back and forth on the perch

until the cage rattles with her hesitation.

She pauses – mid pace – and dunks,

her wings flit out and she shakes

and sneezes as she plunges again.

Her feathers saturated, blue turned royal,

she perches at the top and basks

waiting for her wings to dry.

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