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
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