And there, she burnt. Fierce and beautiful, flame incarnate and snows melted. There she was. And there I was, new, old and renowned. For she had touched me and I was changed forever.
The mother and father bird
Collected twig by twig,
To build their nest,
And built it with as much labour as love.
The mother’s belly grew,
As did the father’s anxiety and fear;
How can we have a
