Oh wither goes the Widow Wyile?
she’s unstuck from immobile
after sitting so long

out to the forest
up through the hills
she strides gladsome
skips quickly like stones
over water
then vanishes
poof
like a spell
blends in
to the scenery
a bird
a frog
sitting still
look look
oh so carefully
can you spot her
there amid the
greenery?