Magpie Melody
A magpie sat on the branch watching me.
That was okay, no big deal, I thought.
His chattering started at a quarter to three.
By midnight headphones is what I sought.
By three a.m. my husband was looking for his gun.
I had given it away years ago to my Uncle’s son.
I said it’s not so bad, truly, we can get used to it dear.
But that magpie’s chattering is killing my ear!
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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