Thursday, 11 December 2014
Shiny shiny thing, the magpie covets you.
Sparkling in the sun, you catch the bird's beady eye and it snatches you away. Brings you to its nest, to admire, gaze, collect. The magpie is a fool for you.
For a long time, the bird adores you, gives you much attention, shows you off to its neighboring friends. Caresses, polishes, cares for you.
But then another sparkle meets its gaze, and off it flies. Drops you from its shadowy perch, to replace you with another gem.
Forgotten you lie in the mud, remembering happy days.
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