Swooping Season - Australian Magpie
When they warble in a gum tree,
graze for grubs amongst the grass,
if you’re walking down a path,
they will always let you pass.
But once there’s spring in the air,
there’s no need for an excuse,
walk into their territory,
hell’s certain to break loose.
Some will scream and try to run;
Some will treat it as good fun;
Some want to shoot every one,
when magpie swooping season has begun.
The Old Man goes to any lengths,
to protect his latest brood.
He changes from a friendly bird,
to one with a filthy mood.
He’s a dive bomber from behind;
targets the unsuspecting head.
The snapping beak is all that’s heard,
before there’s cursing said.
Some will scream and try to run;
Some will treat it as good fun;
Some want to shoot every one,
when magpie swooping season has begun.
Australian magpie - black and white;
territorial - up for the fight,
when magpie swooping season has begun.
With chicks thriving in the nest,
there’s not a single welcome guest,
when magpie swooping season has begun.
I advise you all use common sense
to take a brolly for defence,
when magpie swooping season has begun.
Copyright © Lindsay Laurie | Year Posted 2019
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