a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing

Sunday, November 22, 2015

The Black-Billed Magpie

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:

Sandra said...

a simple hop.. i like that line a lot...

Berowne said...

An enjoyable response to the prompt; well done.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

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.

Elena Sands said...

Nice write. :-)

brudberg said...

Never ever turn you back to a magpie.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

It sounds almost like a fable. Love it.

Country Gal said...

Nicely done . I have never seen in person a Magpie we don't have them here . Thanks for sharing , have a good evening !

T. Powell Coltrin said...

You are da man (woman) for verse (and other writing). Love this!

DEE DEE said...

Feast for the Magpie
I liked that

Kutamun said...

He who hops last laughs longest !

Keith Hillman said...

This is so good!
Visit Keith's Ramblings!

Carol Campbell said...

Very well written!

Wayne said...

Nicely done indeed

McGuffy Ann Morris said...

It is that simple for some birds. If only crumbs could fill us all.

Georgia Koch said...

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

Georgia Koch said...

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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