Publisher's Synopsis
The tiny half grown birdling flew away in the windShe crashed in and out of nests strewn with litterAnd then onto the next nest; An attempt to become at least half of what mother bird had made herself to beFinally flat on the ground, bound by bruisestied up in hand made noosesTiny; sought strong straight trees for answersTrees; with stepping stone barkTrees; with branches that bent willowy to reach herTrees which beseeched her to stop trying to heal all the other broken winged birdsTo heal herself; To deal with all the self-inflicted woundsTo become in tune with what she wanted, needed, or was fleeing fromTiny, rested, nested, and clearly became aware of the view
