Themagpie Method Poem by Angie M..

It's easier now, to admire the magpie
and how it likes to just drop on by
a scurry before my mind's eye.

He shelters behind a summer tree
you'd think in prayer, that peaceful breeze
then he swoops right down, with a screech.

It's tricky to see the motives are kind
(but I can feel two things at a time)
I admire the magpie moment still, I find

With observation his best skill
I'm hoping by winter, his shrill will chill
and join the sparrows, in their goodwill.