Magpies cackling in the trees
Pleased to announce the coming
Of a new spring dawn
My tree they say
You go away and find your own roost
Boast to the ladies all you will
But not on my bough
How dare you declare your love
For any passing chick
Within my indisputable territory
Clack away as much as you like
Pretty bird of shiny black and white
Try as you might
You will not steal this corvid’s place in
The race to seed the eggs
Of future magpie generations
Not a crow’s foot will you put
Here upon this treetop
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Raymond G. Taylor
Author living in Kent, England. Writer of short stories and poems in a wide range of genres, forms and styles. A non-fiction writer for 40+ years. Subjects include art, history, science, business, law, and the human condition.
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Comments (4)
I guess no interracial birds for you (magpies and crows). Good job.
Hey, Ramond. I love all the double meanings, allusions, and rapier wit in this poem. This should go under the V + A Magical Mondays.
Brilliant, Raymond!
Made me think of this: https://youtu.be/CjhfDQbJ3Lk?si=qcYCQNLV_UD2x9xd 💖