Magpie

Digging in the dirt in my Sunday best
Grandma doesn't care so I make my mess
Climbing trees, collecting leaves
We find a magpie, no feathers, no nest
She's thin in neck and weak in wing
We fill a box with sticks and things
Grandma wonders, wondering
While we raise her, hear her sing

So we did in the days with sun
In the summer, in the nights with fog and rain
So tangible, so halcyon

In that year, when she past
Our magpie took wing at last
Seems the history was yesterday
When my new friends, they flew away

Do you feel the beating wings
Stirring clouds that heartache brings?
I'm in that time
I'm in that place
Magpie comes to hear me sing

Her feathers rip a furious wind
Her shadow, shadows everything
Mari she says
Don't you know it's me?
Don't you know that you're already free?

So we did in the days with sun
In the summer, in the nights with fog and rain
So tangible, so halcyon

In that year, when she past
Our magpie took wing at last
Seems the history was yesterday
When my new friends, they flew away