Escape

She hid herself in a bird

That clung to a wire,

A bird with tempestuous wings

And a throat of fire.

She hid herself in a cloud,

And she fell as rain

Musically on the grass

In a leaf-lit lane.

Oh she was so grave and silent,

So shy of a word,

That no one guessed she went swinging

From a wire in the bird.

None of us even missed her-

Until we learned

She had fled in a leaf blown skyward

And never returned!