THE LANDSCAPED LANE by Ineke

The dignified young magpie

needed to leave the safety of the

mud-nest, resting in the tree

as its curiosity was piqued;

daring to befriend workers

busy clearing the lane’s debris.

 

There was no swoop from above.

 

The fused feathers, black as ebony

and pure as ivory, flapped

to collect objects in its track.

A flamboyant piping call

preceded the taking, by the fixed,

fledgling workmate’s rustic drawl.

 

Worthy co-workers opted to trawl.

 

(c) Ineke Hill

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THE LANDSCAPED LANE by Ineke

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