Armed with focus quick and clean
And fingers swift and slick,
She wields her steely long-and-leans
To cut through chaos thick.
Grace and poise twirl hand in hand
To lead her fingers’ dance,
Her movements soft as sifted sands
That shift in sibilance.
Ruthless rhythm soon will bear
From fodder flat and plain
A piece as warm as summer air
To serve as winter’s bane.