Red Cone (LF) Easter Friday #342

Easter Friday

a chill in the air
queen bee sends out the avant garde
the sun wants to sleep in
magpies show  no fear
it's ours ours ours
the large one cries
as kookaburras
haughtily
laugh
chin chin sings
the galah
as it flees the magpie's
wrath
the fairy wren
is quick to hide
from magpie eyes
those eyes
with glassy beadiness
those ever watchful
vortex eyes

all seeing
isn't that god's job?