Looks like someone’s ready for their close-up.

The cockatoo seemed to pause for an audience it didn’t know it had. Its pale feathers shimmered faintly under the sun’s warmth as though it carried a piece of the dawn with it. The branch creaked slightly under its weight, but it remained composed, as if to say that elegance isn’t just about appearance but also about poise. I watched it tilt its head ever so slightly, perhaps aware of my gaze but unbothered by it. There’s something humbling about how creatures like this exist entirely outside our world of concerns—content with a branch and an endless sky.