outside
the bathroom window
she
strolled by elegant as anything
the
look of surprise on your face
I
open the door surreptitiously
not
just one I whisper
three
mum
with the high casque
dad
smaller and shorter
chick
still brown
they
make no sound stepping
I
see the open gate
all
three now heading for the other end
no
exit there back they come
mum
pauses to look in the window
of
the sunniest room
we
shuffle about cameras in hand
they
have disappeared
hiding
in heliconias
they
have paced out the whole garden
still
not found the gate again
I cross
the garden to open other gates
return
the long way round
not
wishing to meet them front on
clustered
at the end where gate
and
garden meet mum saunters
out
through the opening
dad
and chick follow
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