Two For Joy

Clacking, clicking on the roof,

Waiting, pacing alone,

A single magpie,

Upon black slate stone.

Between two bricked chimneys,

At the end of a row,

They march clawing talons,

With tail feathers in tow.

The afternoon is brewing,

A peachy shade of dusk,

As the chimneys offer,

Clouds of burnt musk.

The magpie shuffles,

One of a pair,

Waiting for the other,

To take the air.

It tick-tocked back and forth,

A pendulum of feathers,

Impatient all the time,

Still, it weathers.

A glance up the roof,

Spots one of those birds,

Quickly give a wave,

And recite rhyming words.

#HI