Before and after storms
she sought

the head
or privet hedge —

a thorny glass
in which

fear might find
a semi-private roost,

plumage ruffled
after rain;

or beak
expectantly

tipped toward
the sky —

a spoon in tea.
Needs descend

through film
from cloud to fence,

fence to branch,
and then —

entanglements,
she thought.