• She walks by trees and flowers
    aware of a deep bass hum,
    and from the earth
    they rise.

    Their wings vibrate, they anticipate,
    leaving sunbursts of movement
    and streaks of blurred
    rainbows.

    Explosions of color shimmer
    in the air as they dart:
    cherries, plums,
    tangerines.

    Figures smaller than her thumb,
    slighter than her pinky,
    suspended between
    flimsy wings.

    With spidery limbs, long and thin,
    and beauteous smiles
    stretching from eye
    to eye.

    Their voices sing to the moon,
    haunting wails and shrieks
    that hang heavy
    in the air.

    And she steps over the mud, red,
    steps past the almost-gone squirrels
    and rabbits weakly twitching,
    into this land of other.