Old Mother Magpie

Old mother Magpie
you seem never
to cease in your fly
driven to hysterics
by your young who cries
an endless chatter
of noisy mimes
dinner on a platter

Old mother Magpie
do you ever
stop and ask why
as you poke a big bug
in the beak opened wide
an endless fuddle
of tweaking your mind
bugs in a puddle

Old mother Magpie
you'll fly and fly
way up high
controlled by your nature
and those that cry
until you lose your feathers
and then you'll die
Old mother Magpie
why.. why.. oh my

1991 Jim Cain