painting by Rubens Peale
A prompt from Magpie Tales
To the bird there is only now
in the moment is how he flies
he watched from the sill
the sumptuous repast of man
the man was called away
a simple hop became
a feast for the magpie
For Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Play It Again, Toads. I've chosen Brudberg's Time Travel.
16 comments:
a simple hop.. i like that line a lot...
An enjoyable response to the prompt; well done.
I remember once, outside the Co-Op, people had left their bags of groceries while doing other errands and the local crows had the BEST time. It was a crow party! LOL. Loved this poem.
Nice write. :-)
Never ever turn you back to a magpie.
It sounds almost like a fable. Love it.
Nicely done . I have never seen in person a Magpie we don't have them here . Thanks for sharing , have a good evening !
You are da man (woman) for verse (and other writing). Love this!
Feast for the Magpie
I liked that
He who hops last laughs longest !
This is so good!
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Very well written!
Nicely done indeed
It is that simple for some birds. If only crumbs could fill us all.
Carpe Diem!
The magpie exclaimed
as any sensible bird
or creature would ...
a feast of cake he had today
but tomorrow
there may be nothing.
I liked your story very much! Bastet
Sorry Gail ... I couldn't remember where you blogged and had a little difficulty tracking back to you. Thanks for searching me out .. much appreciated indeed! Bastet
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