Dormouse on the Birdfeeder

Small enough to slip like a shadow

through the dense fence, cradling

ink-filled eyes in the tiniest of skulls,

she was a moment of wonder held firm

in air’s invisible hands and kind light

of sun, wind furrowing her tawny fur

and then was gone, borne away

on the exhalation of my brief breath.

(C) Victoria Field

From “The Lost Boys”