Crows are back, Carrack Carrack

The great phalanxes of autumn slipped back unheralded until today,

now they make the aspen tremble, with their heavy bodies, strident calls.

 

Silent  magpies assemble, white chests still gleaming with the rime of winter,

watching these noisy posers, who carried spring home on sleek black wings.

Spring is back, Carrack Carrack

 

Sometimes a Falcon is Not a Single Edged Sword


Magpie eye, magpie mind, always tempting fate

a blue black jester, wings arched in a graceful fall.

Time and the world conspired to create

violence and beauty wrapped in a strident call.  

King among cattle, nothing you won’t steal

a lonely egg, fallen chick, any sad mischance,

life offers so many, for diversion, for a meal

There’s always your own agenda to advance.

Yet at the height of your triumph, in fading light

another blade equally hard, equally honed, took

you broken to the ground, only one shape ascends

two ill fated lovers launched on one final flight.

And I found your feathers here by the foot

of the power pole where the fence ends.

                                                        Guy

Calender with Magpie

Early spring, late winter

wobbly magpies busy with sticks

it begins again

Late spring and magpies

kill jackrabbit leveret

unloved assassin

Summer comes, time

for weaning fat magpie chicks

raucous noise follows


On sunny lawn a
magpie pecks sleeping rabbit
futile kicks follow

Amid green leaves

many loud magpies come to mock

embarrassed tabby

Fall and teenaged

magpies wrestle the plant tags

but for now wire wins

Winter magpies watch

as we slog thru slushy snow

watching just watching
                                   
                                                            Guy