Calliope ran her fingers over her silky pet parrot and then through her own feathery head of hair.
Harper had warned her about mites, but, never having experienced an infestation, she was blazé about that.
Argo was the African Grey she shared her life with; washing her hands after patting him seemed superfluous when he pretty much lived on her shoulder.
Rarely was she seen without the intelligent bird with his striking flash of red at the tail.
Granted, she was rarely seen out and about full stop.
Everywhere she went, Argo must be welcome too—it did limit their options somewhat.
Inspired by How to Read a Book by Monica Wood and Thursday’s 6 sentence Blog Hop with the prompt ‘charge’ (used as an acrostic).
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I like the thought of Argo living on Calliope’s shoulder. And how that did limit their options of where they would go.
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Thank you Frank : )
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what better companion than a benign (and intelligent) living non-human?
While my own pref are canine, it is still the only valid starting point when interacting with an endemically selfish world
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those birds are so cool, I always thought about owning a bird but I studied they need a lot of attention so for someone who is in school or at work for hours after hours… Maybe when am older.
great six
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Love me, love my bird. At least Calliope knows who her real friends are.
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Taking the ol’ imagination out for a test run…
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I love what you wrote!
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Some companions you want to keep very close indeed.
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