Who's Who in the Pecking Order?A Poem by Chris Shaw
A magpie with a beady eye
alighted from a nearby tree, to strut upon my wood-stain deck then stood there rudely, ogling me. He blankly stared, so I stared back, a lack of manners on his part. He found the cat bowl biscuit filled and took his chance to make a start. I sat there with my breakfast tea intimidated by his size. As all the folklore flooded back, my hand rose up to shield my eyes. And much to my surprise I saw his mate had joined him for the treat, three feet away they peck, peck, pecked enjoying what the cat would eat. A twinge of mischief caught my thought, what would our feline think of that? No sooner thought then out he walked, still sleepy from his inside nap. He took a glance, turned clean away to let the magpies have their way.
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15 Reviews Added on December 13, 2018 Last Updated on December 13, 2018 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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