Bird of joy

She sat on my windowsill
enveloped and swaddled,
with an arrogant raise of her head
and half closed eyes in smug pleasure.
She burped and she twitted
and looked at me in askance;
nonverbal message in those eyes
I remained mesmerized n hypnotized
In my efforts to read her;
Her chirp sounded like sarcasm then!
Colorful feathers like a rich patch work quilt
off and on the head tucked
in a fluffy vibrant pillow,
grace nonchalant and brave
making me bashful as I sat sideways.
In its serendipitous charm
and exuberant fluttering
threw away a pocket full of joy
through the window, towards me.