Little Ones (#100 of 365)

Two Rosellas had made a home in the tree outside my house. Every day I said hello to them as they bounced between the branches.

I was gone for a week and something went awry. Now home for a week, I have not heard their chirp or watched their colours boast through the leaves.

Have you found a new home, little pair? You had made this house a new home. Those afternoons I sat on the balcony and ate lunch with you.

Where ever you are, I hope you a flying well. Goodbye, little ones.

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