I was peeking through my book

To see if she was there

She was on the floor

Curled in a ball

Her silky brown hair

In front of her face

From her hairline down

Turned to white shining feathers

Including her smooth skin

Her mouth and nose

Were squished to form

An orange black beak

Her slim neck thinned

Even smaller than before

Her arms were folded together

And when she spread them

It became elegant wings

She was wearing no shoes

For she had shrank

Too small to fit any clothing

Her small feet turned even smaller

Into dark brown webbed feet

I didn’t hear it

But I knew she was screaming

At the sight of her reflection

She turned and flew into her free world

Oliver, Between the lines, Delilah