carved in devotion
note from self

it pours out of her—
delight in the tiny birds
brave and filled with
anthem to greet
this blemished world
they cheer and
entice her courage—
to be so small, mere
snack for hawks
and yet…
they warble bold
pipe joy
croon beauty
trill wonder until
she, too is engraved
with reverence
carved in devotion