Dwelt a squaw, of great reknown.
On desert nights, she can be seen
With wings �?and feathered down.
In the spirit, of the Yokut tribe,
Just Before the white man came,
A gift was passed to a favoured few,
"Shape Shifting" was it's name.
In times of harvest, she'd be there,
In her dress and moccasins,
She had made from animal hide,
Hair braided ... beads within.
The Tipai tribe, had heard of her,
She helped harvest acorn seeds,
For when she's charmed, birds from far,
Their harvest time . . .proceeds.
As she sat on desert hill,
Chanting Hokan to the skies,
The Tipai tried to take her,
But, The Yokut heard - her cries.
As the Tipai crept towards her,
She vanished to ... somewhere,
Now, just before each harvest time,
A Lone Bird - flies in air.
(c) ZYDHA HART 2003