Magpie
One for sorrow, one for sorrow,
One for sorrow - must this always be my fate?
One for sorrow, one for sorrow,
One for sorrow, never destined to meet my mate.
The solitude of the magpies existence,
Weighs heavy on my heart.
I salute the magpie - a recognition of its sorrow,
Parallel to my own as the magpie departs.
One for sorrow, one for sorrow,
One for sorrow, the magpies eye catches mine
"Good morning Mr magpie how's your wife?"
A mutual bond is all that's known.
Suddenly a flash of black and White fills my sight,
Another magpie, the magpie is his wife,
Happiness fills the empty void,
Didn't you know magpies mate for life?
Copyright © Michelle Beck | Year Posted 2011
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