Chirps and Whistles [2]

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As odd as it may come across,

I start the morning by describing master's looks

so I never forget him.

Click!

The window is now open

and Master reaches his hand out,

offering me to perch upon it.

I gladly comply,

gingerly perching upon his finger.

Nudging my head to the side,

I hear Master chuckle as he pets me.

That is how I signal him for affection.

"Let's eat?", he asks.

I silently agree.

He smiles.

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