Red-masked conure

Well, hi there, my love..

"He quickly adjusted
to his humble abode
staring at me, he whistled
as if using a code

I would leave the cage open
so he could feel quite free
he would perch on the wire
to absorb what he could see

Eventually he would fly
in and out of his cage
somedays he flew happy
others in a rage

I named him Piruki
for his whistle, sounded so
his calls attracted many birds
who would stop by, look, and go

Then one day I went out
and got him a date
he felt territorial at first
but then made her his mate"

Part of a poem by W. Tiger.