Magpie Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Magpie

In the years when magpies
Were many, roamed around
They called, with messages.

Then, life was different,
Babies were breastfed.

No nipples, no bottles,
No bra, underwear…

Was walking to Hana,
A camp for summertime.

One of distance cousins
Was shepherd, grazing
Many lambs, baby goats
With few mother goats.

As it was our culture
He called me, invited
To sit and share bread.

Wore a handmade backpack
Of cotton and mohair.

In it had skin bag,
Filled with natural yogurt.

Brought bowl of clay
Poured in it some yogurt
And headed for old goats
Caught one and held by leg.

Mother goat wore bra,
Opened it the shepherd
And grabbed the breast
Milk shower on yogurt,
Made it puff and bubble.

He noticed, I wondered:
"Bra serves this purpose! "