I saw two magpies in a tree –
That night my lover came to me
And, as he tarried in my bed,
I fed the birds on honeyed bread.
Then, later, snuggled in our nest,
My lover drew me to his chest
And on and on, and all night long,
Our bodies sang the sweetest song.
When dawn’s sad sunlight wakened me
I looked out on the magpies’ tree:
One magpie sat there, quite alone,
The other, like my love, had flown.