Magpies

Along the road the magpies walk
with hands in pockets, left and right.
They tilt their heads, and stroll and talk.
In their well-fitted black and white.

They look like certain gentlemen
who seem most nonchalant and wise
until their meal is served - and then
what clashing beaks, what greedy eyes!

But not one man that I have heard
throws back his head in such a song
of grace and praise - no man nor bird.
Their greed is brief; their joy is long.
For each is born with such a throat
as thanks his God with every note.

by Judith Wright

Comments (4)

Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble. great it i s.. as all his poems are. tony
Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Shakespeare is best and good writer may god bless him
rubish because i think it needs more catch and needs to go on because this is not lit dudes peace on earth booooooooooooooooooooooooom