Magpie

Once I was a monotone bird Pecking quartz from brittle pebbles Once I was up Once I was up Once I was up Once I was up Once I was a velvet groupie Gliding past the amber curtains Parking my car Under the sun Sitting in sun Flowers with child Once I was a folly crone witch Warming hands against the fire Stored in these bones Memory veins Weaving the veil Sewing the grain Once again I was a magpie Many times I've had the caught eye Once I was sad Two I was glad Three I was born Four I was had