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Heard a magpie outside , calling in the night. Had she lost her fledglings? Not yet ready for flight. Sweet-sorrow scolding, rattling out of the dark. Not knowing if her nest, had been ripped apart. Inside black cat mewls, back arched to fight. ...

Heard a magpie outside , calling in the night.

Had she lost her fledglings? Not yet ready for flight.

Sweet-sorrow scolding, rattling out of the dark.

Not knowing if her nest, had been ripped apart.

Inside black cat mewls, back arched to fight.

Scratch that melancholy magpie, out of sight.

Indifferent, careless to why.

At night, a magpie should cry

 

Force of storm, blasts, flattens meadow grass.

Spit, spat rain, shards of fracturing glass.

Cat alarmed, hisses at the din.

Gales gatecrash right on in.

Gust mournful ghosts of sound.

Sudden storm spun round and round.

Above it all,

sweet-sorrow's call

 

Scolding lament, out of black.

Solitary sorrow, to send you back.

I creep outside, curious, the sound is so near.

Into winds carrying dog bark's of fear.

Fallen trees, jagged roots upturned.

To a broken sky that churned and churned.

At moon's rise,

storms subside

 

Moon hung over everything, heavy and low.

Incomplete, cut in half by branches, casts glow.

Seeing silhouettes, the sound of two magpies chattering.

Lost from the other in the storm's battering.

Then discovering the best.

Magpies sing at their nest.

Lingering awhile, then return back

To my snug, indifferent cat

 

 

 

 

 

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