Sleepy macaw hued red, please–I hope–tell me you are just resting and not dead.

Did you roost in a cannibal stinkwood on vacay and pass out from the scent?

Did you take the scenic route home, gathering iceblinks for dream winks?

Are you tuckered from day spent decking nest with trinkets of tombac and pyrite?

Are you boycotting honks, mating rites, grooming plumage, and foraging for fruit?

Strawberry sleep-thoughts, scarlett parrot. Enjoy beak’s break and wings’ unwake. ; )