Some days, rainbow lorikeets are grey

The clouds cannot see them for their colours

Only loud shapes moving

So many of them have come before

None of their songs are new

Day after day chirping

Anxiety creeps in for all the inefficiencies

For all the missed connections

That could have saved time and lives

In all their uncontrollable chaos

Brightness and confusion

Birds, they be birding

Back in the kindness of the present moment, you remember

Sit on a branch, shine your light and invite

Lorikeets to come together and show their rainbow

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