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Thief

  • Writer: Sadie Mowrer
    Sadie Mowrer
  • Feb 24
  • 1 min read

My magpie, you break my heart with every spoon you take.


In the Jardin des Plantes on a seesaw bench, I can't believe you've gone.


Grains of rice left on the doorstep, the ants come to collect.


Where oh where have you flown to?


Goodbye, goodbye, my magpie.

 
 
 

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