Fable in black and white

Alone on the couch

Ignore the world of television

Let me warble you

In magpie

Amid this din

Trees listen

To the song so soft

In the bush is not forgotten

Stillness suspends its wings

On a tree top, I spy

You are caught in my

Heart-eye

Not hated, neutral, evil, or good

But life is a jewel, perceived

Any way we look

I choose our love

We’re in contemporary

With the communion of life

Warbling on a streetlight

Story of the magpie