The Magpie Poem by R K Summers

I’ll sit upon your rooftop
And cast my glittering gaze
Across your feeble landscape
That’s lost in winter haze

I find your fears amusing
Superstitions make me smile
Count to seven, tip your hat
When I your thoughts beguile

I steal things that glimmer
Rings and keys and foil
I glide above your heads by day
While laughing at your toil

The swallow does not fly like me
The nightingale cannot match
The robin, dull by comparison
The sparrow easy to catch

I boast my blackened feathers
A blue-green shimmer to gleam
My obsidian eyes are priceless
The white of my breast like cream