Kinship

They do not wander from each other.
They preen, they share, they rest in the same hollow — every night.
This is not habit.
This is kinship.

When words are not enough,
they touch beaks —
a gentle language
only they understand.

Kinship is not just blood.
It is the one who stays.
Quiet. Faithful. True.
Not by chance —
by design.