The single magpie

Poem with a running title.

flaps down from the tree
and hops two-legged on the grass,
towards an item on the floor
it saw from above.

It dips and flicks,
dips and flicks
and after the inspection,
snatches off with it.

I watch the single magpie
from the parked hearse
as it stares at me
with greedy eyes. 

The End

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