Magpie

They say if you see a magpie flying alone

It is a sorrowful sign

Maybe it’s just fallen out of love

And wants to take a little time

To ponder what life is about

As it swoops from tree to grass

Hanging out with a couple of crows

Waiting for things to pass

And who is to say that its cacking

Is not a happy song being sung

Maybe its just fun being single

Flying free whilst still young

Maybe the magpie’s grandfather

Taught him a thing or three

Perhaps a profound saying, like

Plenty more birds in the tree

And when it bounces on the path

Or sings up at the sky

It might have joined a dating site

And has got its first reply

The single life has its moments

But the nesting instinct begs

So it’s off to a magpie disco

To fertilise some eggs

©JMcN2014