nocturnal birds  leave their stooped bodies...

nocturnal birds 
leave their stooped bodies

and come to the roofless house
where the stars peer through the holes

to the roofless house 
a woman comes - 
she made of bread 
thrown on the floor by children 

birds comb with crooked paws 
her hair

she tells them: 
“I must look like a princess”

a woman comes to the sleeping children
“Are you a princess?” 
the children ask

she leads them to the cliffs
where a wheat grows 
hot from the moonlight