They both knew it was wrong
but in the warm kiss
of a coming summer
it had to happen
The garden was empty
their clans briefly absent
only magpies kept sentinel
and pride dazzled them heedless
Two notes of
incongruent tongues
and it was decided
Now is the moment
The rook and the pigeon
left the garden
flew over basking roof-tiles
and went out into the world
My Basket of Eggs 