Nesting kestrel turns
to see whose approach it hears.
Medusa quits birding.

Long after making a small cairn from these three stones, I noticed a slight resemblance to a nesting kestrel.  Long after that, I recalled the old myth about what happened to people who looked at Medusa’s face.  Kudos to Medusa for seeing the effect of her hobby and changing course.  She switched to making stoneware pottery.