I break from the branch.

Whose? Aimless paces
I hear making way 
to the city, trip
over Cyprus knees,
drop, retrieve keys, map;

mice and vole scurry
away from her so
she should go, safe now
embraced in silk net
gained climbing over
walls, gates, human things.

Leather-bound hair lock,
I make it mine so
she stays with me now
canopy by day
then, gliding streetlight
high, give me a chance
to gain your trust like

I have the outcasts,
consume all of you
so like me you know
how to hear the grass
sing when you fly low
over it, hunting
for future offerings
of fur and mixed bones.