Thief
- 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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