Magpie's Lament

Flight with black white wings

She soars low in the sky

Looking for sweet things

To flutter and to feast

So freeing, flying

To look for trinkets, rings

Like a small child, see?

Awestruck, filled with wonder

Fortune falls on wings

Black white wing gently fly

Cawing and clawing

She reaches for her prize

Loud cries of anguish

Missing the feast once more

As clouds clear from skies

Quick as they came before

Mistaken for crows

She holds her own species

Flying with purpose

Yet so misunderstood

Her world is dying

Her home and her refuge

Stripped like bark from trees

Her refuge is dying

And so is she