Gem of The Forest

The forest floor sways
in a flora sea
of fern shadow
and burgeoning green.

A little bird buzzes by
all glitter and wing,
headed up high
where the twilight
mists cling.

Here, jewel-bright,
she spins a nest
of fine string,
using spider silk snatched
where dewy webs blinked.

Here, she will rest
on pebble eggs
for the spring,
this gem of the forest,
who lives
as she sings.

Cross her path any day,
traverse near her site,
and she’ll dive-bomb
your head like a
warplane in flight.

Gem of the forest,
she glows for herself;
a creature of dazzle,
vigour,
and stealth.