Bright-Eyed & Spikey-Headed

I'd come downstairs everyday, take the blanket off her cage and say "Good morning!"
And she'd whistle it back joyously

I remember peeking underneath and seeing her fluff up, falling asleep
A cockatiel of unconditional companionship, love, she was always so sweet

Seldomly she pecked when petting her crest, that whimsical spiky head
With her dark-grey feathered body, outer wings as white as snow
A faint lime-green face and a perfect circle on each cheek orangish-red
Happily perched in her sizable, little metal aviary right by the window
She'd fly around the home once in awhile or on my finger she would rest
An occasional surprise or jolt is when she wouldn't be quite as jocose
Habitually chirpy, ear's irritant gotten used to but I wonder what she said?
When our household split my aunt took her without given a final cheerio
Left abruptly saddened to no chance of visiting her my dear old friend
I miss having her pure animalistic spirit around to lift mine when low
When the toxicity of my parents' arguing seemingly would never end
When catching collateral damage in the onslaughts of those fights would grow
If there's anything I've learned from that bird it was to ignore the mayhem
There's often things worth cherishing in the midst of chaos; fly free, smile more
Because bright eyes to an upbeat personality her tiny self would often express.

Farewell and Rest In Paradise, sweet soul.