Magpie

I have a friend who is, to the best of my knowledge, a magpie. All shiny, all sparkles of metal and glass are placed in my palm as a little gift, a bit of treasure. So maybe then, she's a pirate. One Long John Silver with a golden tooth and a keen eyed parrot. And she pillages and purges to bring me little metal castles, radio faces, moonstones and roses and bright button badges. Just like a Brownie. On a long brown sash wrapped around my chest. She brings me glittering adornments that glow with my achievements. One day, I'll give her treasure for her nest.