One For Sorrow


Every morning, he is there waiting for me,
His beautiful feathers glinting in the sun.
He hides under a bush or perches in a tree,
Is he content, happy and having fun?

I watch the others flirt in their pairs,
Building their nest up on high.
My little friend just stops and he stares,
Before he flaps his wings and then takes to the sky.

I watch him often throughout the day,
He was there yesterday, today and tomorrow.
I wonder if he will leave of if he’ll stay,
My little magpie, my little One for Sorrow.


©Tracey Louise Marinelli




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