Dapper in his suit, ready to gad about,
Landing on a tree, a haughty lout
A tailor would envy the shimmering feathers
No cloth could match those metallic colours,
At first he appeared jet black and white like a penguin,
Darting around looking devotedly sanguine,
A haughty leap, onto warm tarmac,
To gaze at the creature with the broken neck,
It’s life no more , but food for nought,
The Magpie pecked without a second thought.
Not sad but happy, a ready meal,
It was his aim to feed , not to feel.
In the distance a cry for a lost mate,
The Magpie oblivious to it’s meal’s fate,
A car’s roar and wings splayed
It wouldn’t do to look afraid,
A jump a spring , and by the roadside hopped
Puzzled when the engine stopped
A man got out , picked up the corpse and placed it in his bag
The Magpie defeated, pecked at a rag.
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