Isabella

One of my favorite girls

Bob and peck. Bob and peck.

A glance up toward the sky.

A bug, a mote, a seed, a stone.

Catch her hungry eye. 

Fluff and flutter. Fluff and flutter. 

Dust unfolds about her head.

She squats and turns and turns again

Within her barren bed. 

Sing and strut. Sing and strut.

Stretching her bent legs.

Her proud psalm brings me off my perch 

To thank her for her egg.