My Magpie

November morning misty and grey

I'm watching the birds from inside

My thoughts drift away

Until I hear a noice outside

A magpie is looking straight at me

His head to one side

I nod my head like I agree

His beady eyes open wide

He scratches loudly

Makes sure I understand

Shakes his feathers proudly

When I slowly stand up and wave my hand

I take the bird feed

And open the door

Is this what you need

But he isn't there anymore

My magpie sits high up in a tree

I fill all the feeders with the seed

Later when he's eating and looking at me

He's blinking his beady eyes happy indeed

© KH