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"
I love the whole idea of those birds.
ReplyDeleteThey're at it in my backyard as I type this!
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ReplyDeleteBirds are such marvels of nature. Loved your words!
Thank you!
DeleteI don't understand how this fits today's motif. Explain? (And yet, I am happy for seeing the birds.)
ReplyDeleteDrowning in a sea of birds. It may be stretch. I can remove the link if you'd like.
DeleteNo, please don't remove it. Thanks for explaining with such grace.
DeleteLike the expression breakneck blur
ReplyDeleteAh, neither can I. Smiles.
ReplyDeleteI can see the waves of birds flowing over the trees as if all are connected.
ReplyDeleteAha - I loved every word!
ReplyDeleteThis is beautifully evocative.
ReplyDeleteA group of birds can be a magnificent sight....beautifully done Rene! So wonderful to see you...feels like it has been a long time....I do miss Magpie Tales...I am hoping it will someday return.
ReplyDeleteWe will never keep up with the birds.
ReplyDeleteI love birds - all of them, even the vultures and raptors. Excellent poem.
ReplyDeleteShort and flooding....!!
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