Row the Wind
You scallywag scavenger,
throaty chatterer,
who rows through the sky
with graceful pride,
your wings black
and white
dipping the wind,
tipping like a canoe
but never capsized—
that is you,
O magnificent
Magpie!
You scallywag scavenger,
throaty chatterer,
who rows through the sky
with graceful pride,
your wings black
and white
dipping the wind,
tipping like a canoe
but never capsized—
that is you,
O magnificent
Magpie!
