Magpie

This is a poem I wrote a couple of years ago about a Magpie.

A loud warddle-darddle echo’s through the gums. It is all alone, louder then just one.
A musical sound, pretty and sweet, not one answers back.


Just like a movie black and white. It sings its way home, the great blue gums that it shares with possums.

Listen hard it is no lie, what do we call this bird? A Magpie!