Wingtips alight

On feathered night

Ruby red Rufus

Reaches across divided sky

Pulls heaven closer

With one swoop

One dive

Woodpeckered thoughts

Hammer my head

How can this all be so real

Am I not already dead?

Am I not already

Perched upon tree crowns

Soaring thru cloud mountains

In my feathery gown?

Am I not nourished

By all the spirits I once loved

Soaring higher

With each lithe cooing dove?

Red Ruby Rufus

Wings her way home

Wooded nest

Perched amidst silken loam