The Magpie
A solitary black figure
perches on a barred gateway,
surrounded by a softened blanket
of pearlescent white. Shadows
of color at play signal
a countryside alive in striking
impressions. The lowering afternoon
sun warms the winter sting,
surviving in the thievery of
the winged crusader in motion.
A musical interval marked in
the whispered silence of a
wintry snow covered landscape.
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