Angelus Novus

If you want to know a bit more about the painting - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Angelus_Novus

And this is where the image is from - https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Klee-angelus-novus.jpg

I'm not sure about this poem - not sure about the capitisation, some dodgy punctuation and even if it entirely makes the sense that I want it to (or any sense...) so all thoughts and criticism will be much appreciated.

I am an osprey, She said, but

I am also the trout --

See how the little nibblers swim up,

dazzled by Me, know the same cloud and water

that wink their reflections in

My eyries of shell and pearl - 

both made fragments of the divine.

She lays her dragons' eggs

of dark marble, warms them

with a belly of fish,

to be cast out, once cracked,

to survive the fury of the sun.

Who does God speak to, 

She wonders, when She sleeps,

when She dreams

that the heavens hollow,

depleted, even of its stars.

And when does God sleep?

Perhaps I am God, She says,

when I am a crow,

but I am also the sheep --

See how the lambs

let Me feast upon their flesh,

give up their tender ghosts to Me.

She builds nests like churches,

mosses them, brings wool

and flowers to comfort 

Her twilight eggs, which, once

broken will be offered

to the languor of the moon.

but if I am God, where do I go

when I slumber, She ponders,

when She dreams of sorrow

and a history that returns

again to claim Her, that She is, 

in fact, no more than its puppet.