Binge Watching with Sherman, the White-masked Antbird

White-masked Antbird on a leather couch with me binging Slow Horses,
offering comments on the quality of the strategy weaved into the plot,
like a tortoise that cannot get enough dandelion leaves and strawberries

I named him Sherman due to the fact that his rough leather appearance
appears to rub into the background of my flat brown-red colored house,
breezy, and for some reason he only flies between our rooms, not away

I am touched that Sherman seems to like my company, I have insects
to feed him that I got from the local fishing hole in the wall store-mart
and that seems to appease him, though I do not really know his diet needs

I considered inviting a photographer over to take portraits of us together,
but I was afraid they might try to steal Sherman or that Sherman’s temper
would rise to the occasion and butt heads with an obtrusive prying eye

One day I will take Sherman home, probably after the Slow Horses series
ends for good, so that he would at least have seen the final conclusion,
and then he will have a brand new song tell all his in friends in Peru about