happily, katie

birdlike, I

awoke from the nest of my bed.

I pecked down breakfast,

took flight up the stairs,

and settled here,

to find birds of a common feather,

collect shiny bits and pieces,

and listen to the squraarrk!

of my own voice.

two curious magpies

Heathcote, Spring, 2009

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