Spring

Poor child was strung up by her toes upside down in a tree, taken by a bird mistaken for a bird could have been hatched out of an egg for all she knew bits of shell in her curls her hair slimed in white she’s devoured the yolk but this was an accident it was not meant to be for she did not wear feathers but lace and had not a beak but a few jagged seapearls stuck in her gums, fresh with ridges but there she was, helpless her dress hem up round her ears her frilled socks ripped to tears and tatters hanging up by her toes upside down in a tree.