Parrot in a Lab
His moss and spice feathers shine under a waterfall of moonlight in his cage. Hushed midnight, when hourglass sands have stilled. Words he has spoken during the day bud in his dreams, echo nanoseconds of electric touch, the scientist’s alien fingers. She gives him berries, nuts, water, gifts for his performance, his reading of cards, his recall of portraits. Colors attract him, magnets of ivory, sea grass, stone – replicas of a world he remembers inside his cells, that galaxy of macadamia limbs, monkeys, and vines built into his mitochondria.