Rima the bird girl –

Watch carefully as we tumble into the woods

our eyes Searching her out -- She, this

Sudden sister glued to the wind who

whispers in your Ear unspeakable things

must be some kind of Priestess, holy

as She is --  Her mind is diamond-cut

and quiet We see her skittering

between  elms, hiding her face with

her hands, smiling, there, beneath

 the leaves, this, prayerful heroine here

 to lift us through our Pain – She

must make the most of her

delicate Step to save us from Ourselves

      We the rootless

and abandoned Ones who glimpsed her there,

knees bared, sitting

by the branch humming a tune

unsettled in breathless green Mansions --