Hairy chirps and rush
of ruby eye. The rusty crest
and tempo bloom through simple buds.
She claws at handfuls /
foraging sand and silt.
Sifting rounded grains.
Her voice is rattled dice, waspy
insect cries.
Dusty spots and bars
freckle youth on boldly speckled suits.
Encrusted nests, weave tampered
sticks with moats of cholla armour.
A pair of ashy legs can dance
over silent spines / her solo steps
sync to raw maraca beats.

© SF Jones, 2014

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