women here a Parliament of Birds

 

I hear. The women here a Parliament of Birds, 

to heed, as a-tweeting kibbutz; Yes, Sis,

listen, the girls chat; beyond that No Thing is,

the men then must absent, assent to the tone's tint

of the plethora of Momma's at the Well, gossip out

a perfect Law, so's

Maws rule! Miracle! I am allowed, chestedly confessedly

how now cow

to Be and Being Free

of masculinity to this point

where freed of seed, milk's ilk

the better breeds me as Fem, as

She also tweeting in me.