The magpies swoop
it's stranger day
two balls of cat
on the bed
hear each moment
the mystery
dream quietly
buried in person
the river flows
speaking is hard
though I pretend
the sky grows darker
winds are gathered
then the rain
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Swoop
ReplyDeleteOne day
the police came
to our infant’s school
and shot the magpies at playlunch.
They’d been swooping us.
I thought about them lots after
those babies in their nest
high up in that gum
starving.
ReplyDeleteah we hear them still
so sad everything
limited by their nature
but no lack of witnesses