A new friend

Awelfa has a new friend
Mag the pie he be
Comes to sit on my alpine slate
And just chatters constantly
With his iridescent flashes
Of what is green and blue
A black and white tuxedo
And his long tail in full view

Harbingers of good news
Star crossed lovers knew
On the bridge across the Milky Way
Exactly what to do
Peering through these windows
It’s humbling to observe him
With his unassuming view

Magpies are lactose intolerant
Weakening their bones
Never offer meat or mince
Out there on the stones
Sunflower seed hearts possibly
The odd earthworm or two
Spend some time to communicate
That’s the thing to do

They remember faces
Perhaps from years ago
Someone fed them in that place
They just seem to know
Or maybe tall trees they have lived on
Or roof ledges magpie’s do
Retain this useful knowledge
For them it’s good and true

For me a wave of wonderment
You see it in their eyes
Legends in the making
A relevance a wise
Inventiveness apparent
Fanciful and free
Phantoms in the making
A sort of rhapsody

Far sighted and prophetic
A kind of second sight
One of the famous Corvidae
For seeing divine light
They possess a recall
A voice from the past
Haunting and persistent
It’s in their die once cast

Nobody’s fool I will tell you
A thinker one might say
Quick witted and streetwise
Coming here today
Believing from before
Someone else was kind to him
Sat there by my door
Mag the pie a brand new friend
Actually I am sure.