Ode To the Much Maligned Magpie

Ode to the much maligned Magpie Mr. Magpie standing there So majestic with unblinking stare I salute you and I say good day I’m superstitious - don’t want to risk sorrow coming my way Mr. and Mrs. Magpie flying by I watch you as into your nest you fly Finding food for your babies, girl or boy Just hope you bring me peace and joy Magpie trio strutting along You always look so big and strong Elegant you look as you give a twirl You look so regal you must be a girl Swooping down you form a quartet Trying to find some food for a bet You would try to steal - that is your ploy Rumour has it, it’s a sign for a boy Five eggs lie nestled in your nest Mother Magpie needs a rest When the nesting time is over History has it five means silver Six young Magpies all alone All very hungry and far from home Crying for Mum because they are cold Could be a sign that they’re going for gold Seven Magpies now that is a breathtaking sight Always up screeching in the early morning light Ever noisy, brazen, greedy and bold How do you keep a secret, never to be told? Barbara Brewin © 2017