The Tling-Tsi (A Perfect Mate)

The night is quiet But I cannot sleep Tomorrow waits Strains at the bars There'll be no harvest No sow nor reap Thoughts dissipate In the gleam of the stars I see the murder streak across the sky And I hope that maybe some day One of them will catch me in a pearly eye And land on my windowsill out of the grey I've waited for so long It seemed that odds were against me I'd wait a thousand years for them To come down and meet me I'd be the perfect mate Caught up in a flight of fancy For such crows are men at night And they are called the Tling-Tsi I see the shape in the backyard Flex, tense, stretch He's preparing to change And I'm thrilled, though it's strange I slide open the window Ooh, and he dives in to take me Ooh, he's so beautiful now And I will do what he'll ask of me