Magpie's Lament
- mclaspires
- Apr 13, 2024
- 1 min read
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
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