The Magpie.
The Magpie at dawn,
Hopping too and fro,
With ít's monochrome feathers,
And it's tight bronze beak.
The Magpie at midday,
With it's smooth pin-tail feathers,
Hungry and waiting for a feast,
At the bottom of the garden.
The Magpie in the evening,
Stealing from the squirells,
As they bury their nuts,
Preparing for the long winter beyond.
What do you think?
2006-10-20
05:53:44
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Ben C
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Thanx for all your good comments i wrote it in poetry club today, i am glad that MOST OF YOU liked it. THANX
2006-10-20
06:07:03 ·
update #1
thanx inquering mind i will take on board your thought and i will try to make it better then i will re-post it. THANX FOR ALL YOUR FEEDBACK
2006-10-20
06:10:18 ·
update #2