"Like a parakeet in a new mirror"

Transcendental Sonnet #1441: Birds of a Feather I am becoming my own best friend Taking me with me wherever I go Because I feel like I can depend On me to be nice (well usually) Always to others often to me Though becoming unbelievably Older than I ever thought I would be But still with that certain savoir faire Like a parakeet in a new mirror Parakeets in parallel who know We are seeing our true colors clearer That most of our feathers are still there And that whatever happens we could be Birds of a feather together anywhere +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMX