Independence Day

I saw Lucy today.
I am sure of it.
It wasn’t just
the flash of yellow
as she flew upward
in front of the bay window;
it was the long tail,
and that she looked in
on Baby and Nicky
in their cage.

I went outside and called her,
but she wouldn’t come down
or reveal herself in the tree,
where I knew
she was hiding.

This was a cool day
for a parakeet, after all.
If she wanted to,
she could have lit
on my shoulder
and I would gladly
have brought her inside.

But she chose not
to do so.

Therefore, she must be
alright.

I am sure she is
alright.