I filled up the water in the bird bath
again today.
Soon after, chunyart the 28 was back. 
(I even startled one when I came outside.)

While sitting at the outdoor table
a red-capped parrot arrived 
on the branch above the bath, 
looking at me,
looking at the water, 
eventually dropping down
and drinking. 

Then came a smaller bird: grey, with dark head
and dark eye. He was cautious—
hopped around it from tree to tree, branch to branch.
He watched as a smaller bird from yesterday—
the one with the greenish tinge to its head—
checked things out.
Then he flew to the bath’s rim, hopped a couple of times, 
and jumped right in.

The small bird then returned and drank a little,
together with some friends.

And most recently a larger dark bird with white eyebrow
bent down for two small gulps
and was gone.

All of them have passed through the water, 
as the water has passed through them.
All of it passing also through me.

These beings of warmth 
on this warm day.