Thrice
By Yoon Ha Lee
23 August 2010
three things she sought
in the forest's frozen jaws
icebird's sharp feather
firebird's charred talon
nightbird's dark egg
three times she leaned
over her reflection in the ice
but one feather will not free her
to soar toward the sun
one talon will not arm her
against wolf and bear
one egg will not hatch her
into a kinder pyre
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