she's still not over the fact that she is under the ground she speaks in rattly, clattery hissing voices whenever they come around "I'll reach right up and turn your ankles you unforgivable gits, for burying me, prematurely, over a spell of the coughing fits" so angry with her new residence and bored a deeper shade of blue she's knocked over her marble marker and broken it clean in two. Boo! ~ Rene 2010 To join Magpie Tales click HERE For another take on this magpie please check out "The Song Of The Stone Healer"
A little spooky!
ReplyDeleteIt's good to be remembered even as an assumption. Wonderful write Rene!
ReplyDeleteHank
Lover, treasure .. yes.
ReplyDeleteOh yes, I think I hear it! So many voices through the wind.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful...
ReplyDeleteI really loved this. This is true devotion.
ReplyDeleteshhh...it could be any second now...
ReplyDeleteTis beautiful.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
The most precious prayer.
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