A Magpie in the Rain

A Magpie in the Rain
by Ben Macnair

In monochrome reversal,
it would look the same.
All beak and claws,
all feathers and grease.
Beady eyes, a gimlet stare,
clawing at cold, unrelenting ground.

Under leaves, above cold dead ground,
it scrapes and scrapes.
Pathetic, bedraggled, bought so low,
and nature’s most well known thief
is reduced to accepting scraps.

A Magpie in the Rain,
shaking its feathers,
trying to remove the unwanted
dead weight that it carries.
Forlorn plumage,
a deathly stare,
wet, pathetic.
A Magpie in the rain.

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