Through the window, he'd come everyday,
To get a piece of his favourite pie,
Come spring, summer, autumn or winter,
He knew, his meal would always be there.
Only this time, the freezing cold didn't spare,
Everywhere, those feathered lifeless bodies lay,
Of them, he too was one,
But, in spirit, he did still did come.
Copyright 2015 © Nandini Deka
Beautiful description of birds & seasons
ReplyDeleteYes , there must be a redoubtable spirit of the magpie ! ...we are all embedded in nature I guess, but with all our oil and technology, we are temporarily able to delude ourselves we are not, but to our own detriment , sadly
ReplyDeleteFine response to the prompt...
ReplyDeleteDelightful and different! An excellent read.
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A lovely tribute in memory of the Magpie.
ReplyDeleteNicely done Nandini👍
ReplyDeleteHow very sad ... but you've written a beautiful poem. Here's to the spirit of the magpie! Cheers - Bastet
ReplyDeletethanks a lot everyone :-)
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