Late July sunlight filters
To nest, lights up the lichens
Your tiny world will soon expand
Beyond your dreams
Twiggy horizon a-dance with oak leaves
Will become first perch then portal
To a vast beyond
A plain of patchwork
Gridded with dark hedgerows
World of barns, stables, cart wheels in clarts
Meadows, ditches, many more trees
Than the one cradling home
Down is flying like thistle seed
Wings are stretching, feathers pristine
Maybe tomorrow will be the day
The late July winds lift you away.