My Golden Cockatiel

One morning upon my windowsill perched
A Golden Cockatiel who seemed to search.
Marking my morning with a yellow glow,
I think it thrills her to try to know
What kind of haven lies within this place.
Never moving, only peeking!
Gently she watches curiously my face.
Even though she flew away without seeking
Exactly what else was in this cage,
At least we shared a moment just simply to engage.