|General Poetry posted June 27, 2010|
Common black and white noisy birds.
Along the road the magpies walk
With hands in pockets, left and right.
They tilt their heads, and stroll and talk.
In their well-fitted black and white
They look like certain gentlemen
Who seem most nonchalant and wise
Until their meal is served - and then
What clashing beaks, what greedy eyes!
But not one man that I have heard
Throws back his head in such a song
Of grace and praise - no man nor bird.
Their greed is brief; their joy is long.
For each is born with such a throat
As thanks his God with every note.
A modern sonnet about the common black and white magpies. In the breeding season they are known to 'bomb' humans and can be quite aggressive.Pays one point and 2 member cents.
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