poor squat thing!
caught among the ugly paisley leaves
unnatural jeweled fruit oppress your
hidden heart grieves
you cannot sing.

your head shrinks on your shoulders
huddled wings against the spreading
involutions of the dream
your perch grows dim
no death-in-flight for you
cloth dreams fade.

                    a bird sat in a walnut tree  (Kashmiri crewel work)

embroidered idea
  of peasants
sadness and prettyness
  of country people:

up the twisting trunk
among the involutions of the branches
hidden in the leafy shower
a bird sat in a walnut tree

suspended, unattended
but by the silent jeweled fruit
waiting for a song.