What work of natural beauty
is the mighty Magpie
in its exquisite refinement?
This noble creature,
this distinguished force of nature?
It wasn't the thrill of the hunt I witnessed
as a timid, delicate fledgeling perched
But a perversion of fleeting horror
of thrashing wing and splitting head
Feathers scattering like autumn leaves
The mighty Magpie,
a butcher of innocents,
scavenger of the decrepit.
A cut throat black feathered terror
sweeping down to feast upon the weak
with pinning claw and stabbing beak.