I SAW THAT MAGPIE

An intiguing creature
with a human weakness
a strange love
of baubles, trinkets
things that sparkle
yet have no use

strange, a bird
should feel this pull,
wings, nuzzled
by friendly zephyrs,
fat worms writhing
in the good green sod
primal instincts-
food, love
surpassed
by the dancing of light
through splintered glass

I ssaw that magpie
infamous
flinty-eyed
hatchet-faced
B-movie thug of a bird
mean-gaited
black switchblade wings
cocky

I saw that magpie
survivor
lover,
of food that wriggles
of light that prisms
little napoleon
tiny bohemian

he eyed me quizzically
he left haughtily
there was something he just had to see.













the Duncster

the Duncster