For she who hatches swatches of what she sees. Snaps through a window faster than her cat in crouch. For she who measures the trees from the top down with a lens. Hatchback, glass track. Saturday’s tables captured. For with her we will learn the bird talk, the staged songs, switch backs and sidelong glances. For she can organize a bench of twigs on which to sit. An easy hors d’oeuvre p arty at Marcy’s, mixing friends like fledglings come to settle mid-exhaustion in an oval of feathered rest. Or watching simply for what rolls across the road and comes to a stop. Nest atop. Refreshing shadow in this summer heat. Soft pecking from inside.