Here’s a sight you might have missed:
Streets that sink into the mist,
Muffled noises, spooky shapes,
Nature hides away and shakes.
In the greyness, unafraid,
Magpies sing as they parade
Braving the forbidding cold,
Spreading through the wattle gold
Wobbly notes that flow and sway.
Wave the chilly spells away,
Find the sky behind the grey,
Watch the threads of winter fray
As you start to feel the spring
That the magpies’ song will bring.
the magpie song
© Copyright: Людмила Прасад, 2021
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