I spotted her
camouflaged on
the trellis of a vegetable garden
Soft winds on her
fluffy feathers
happy waves of a young river
She strutted her
breast out
pecked carefully her puffball
Curated her
look of
a miniature Greek goddess.
the night sleeps
like the graveyard
dreams are
unconscious in fear
mute time
missing
in drunken dark
oh green hullabaloo
the heart wears
a shroud of sorrow