My friend Sara

Feeds eggs to crows

She mothers turkeys, dogs and bees

And fine young men

She walks like a goddess amongst the wild things

Crying over otters

And bewitching hares

Guardian of sharp implements

Roaming cattle and wandering cats

She flies along hedgerows

Laying them with strength and tenderness

And avoiding tall trees

In deference to songbirds

Inside she is all soft nesty warmth

Like a dormouse

Which just occasionally uncurls

To show fangs and claws

My friend Sara

Reminds me of blackthorn

Fiercely protective wild creature home

Soul that shines like blossom