Magpie
The magpie sat on the terraced iron fence,
Its black and white plumage, pillaging.
I stared at it through my window,
It did not look back, just sat elongated on the fence.
I will place silver in your path,
More iridescent than your black tails sheen.
They say you bring a warning, the omens...
So, it is not too late to change this fate you bring...
I will greet you in the garden, if you wait?
Is there blood on your tongue?
Please, drink from the bird bath,
Wash this fortune you bring and we shall say no more.
There is no prey here so,
I pray, you leave without.
Do you want more silver,
I can find you plenty...
Just wait here on the fence, come no closer
They say one for sorrow but I can bring you another
If you wait...
You have darkness but there is light,
Like a crow and a dove
Your black and white breath.
I will speak to your parliament, you must get them...
I will prepare more silver...
The magpie came knocking...
Then he was gone.
