How birds taught me true love

I love birds so much, I want to hold them. 

I want to comb their feathers with a tiny brush,
to cradle them in my palms
and crush them against my cheek,
to kiss them repeatedly on the tip of their beaks.

But birds would hate that.

So instead, I keep the feeder full
and wait.

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