O crows circling over my head and cawing!

I admit to being, at times,

Suddenly, and without the slightest warning,

Exceedingly happy.

On a morning otherwise sunless,

Strolling arm in arm

Past some gallows-shaped trees

With my dear Helen,

Who is also a strange bird,

With a feeling of being summoned

Urgently, but by a most gracious invitation

To breakfast on slices of watermelon

In the company of naked gods and goddesses

On a patch of last night’s snow.