Morning surprise

Fluttering cawing

Whodat? Whazzagoin on?

Awoken to a scratching above my window, I open crusted eyelids

Croooooo? scritchyscratch CAW

Peering upward through the window, my back flat on the bed, what is that?

Bundles of peaky white feathers, a glowing, bright sunny yellow crested confidently atop her head

One? No, there’s two! No, five!

Cockatoos scrabble and shuffle 

squealing squawking fighting with just the right amount of merriment

I can only see curling claws and icing-esque fluff- until

One, bends its curious face teardrop, black round eyes

endless, oval-round, like a seed, holding some incredible fertile power 

cocks its head

I feel judged, scrutinized. It bobs up, taking off

White dot, a baby cloud gliding through the blue- more cockatoos follow.
Magical or not, they know something

About how to be

that I don't