Kiko's Rainforest Song

Kiko was a feathered bolt of lightning. A green-cheeked conure with a scarlet tail and knowing dark eyes, he ruled the living room from his T-stand throne. His morning 'greeting' was a repertoire of whistles, beeps, and a passable impression of the microwave. He'd fly to shoulders uninvited, preen hair meticulously, and steal shiny objects with pirate-like cunning. The room is too quiet now, missing the rustle of his preening, the soft 'kissing' sounds he'd make when content, and the sudden, colorful flash of his flight from curtain rod to lamp. His empty cage still has a tiny bell that no one rings.