We call him Mr. P. br He stands at the door br each morning br like an emperor - br aloof, with jeweled crown, br and heavily mascarared eyes. br br We offer sunflower seeds. br He hesitates, then br with cautious grace, br steps toward the offering, br head jerking awkwardly br from side to side. br br He has no home, br this wondrous miracle br of feathered cobalt blue. br At Christmastime, br his tail full-grown becomes br a fan of shimmering eyes.