When I first caught you, I

had you so tangled in my net that I

damaged your wings, trying to free you.

We became so caught up in each other

we couldn’t tell one from another.

We read plays together

and acted out all the parts.

We took turns hiding in the

camera and tripping the shutter

at unlikely moments, we were little

elflike creatures peeking from behind the

lens, lost in a maze of black

secret photographic equipment.

by Cher Bibler