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My friend the magpie in the morning sun

Each morning I hear the warbling
As she sits in my tree
She greets the day in happiness
And when I go to water my plants 
She follows me closely 

I fill her bowl with cool water
Next I see her taking a drink 
And she will take my offered bread
Then she sits in the tree
To warble the day in.

© Paul Warren Poetry

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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