For Helen and King Georgie — who welcomed me with open arms and gentle wings, without a whisper of judgment. Thank you for inviting me into your enchanted kingdom, where kindness reigns and friendship feels like magic. ❤️ 🤗 Felina
Featured Photo “King Georgie”©️ taken by Felina Silver
In the hush of dawn’s first silver thread,
When moonlight lingers, not fully fled,
Awakens Georgie — the emerald sage,
Who’s danced through time from age to age.
Helen, the keeper of his skies,
Met him when youth still shone in his eyes.
A bond was struck, not forged by chance,
But written in stars in a skyward dance.
Each morning, the ritual hour begins —
A slice of toast, where the magic spins.
The queen takes the heart, the king the crust,
A treaty of love, a bond of trust.
He dines on treasures both humble and rare:
Unsalted popcorn, light as air,
Jewels of pistachio, walnut, and pea,
Banquets prepared for avian royalty.
Then, like an eagle, he rides the room,
A sweep of green through the twilight gloom.
No court could match such a graceful flight,
No throne so grand as her head at night.
She laughs when he lands, a crown of feathers,
Binding them close through all life’s weathers.
And when her fingers — the gentlest hands —
Scratch his royal brow, the whole world stands.
Though fickle of palate, elusive of taste,
He teaches her patience, never haste.
For kings are not bound by ordinary law —
They answer to wonder, to love, to awe.
And so they reign, this queen and her knight,
Through quiet mornings and starry night.
In every flutter, in every word,
Lives the legend of King Georgie, the bird.
The Writings of Felina Silver 
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