Ouzel
by Shelia Peters

I, too, have my camouflage,
Stoneshadow.

Lying naked in snow's awkward embrace
hip bone burning through to bedrock
breasts heavy in cool hollows
I would be as still as you.
I would be as white as you are black.
I would cast blue shadows as delicate as snow's.
I would lie so still
you would mistake my bright hair
for rippling creekwater
and tangle your hungry beak in its light.