Two Magpies On A Window Sill
Two Magpies passed us by today
as some spiders weaved a home,
and sat in silence to survey.
Way up high upon the window sill,
they saw One bird was Black
the other blue, with patches on his bill..
I felt the wind as Black Maggie landed,
then a little quiver on my back, as White bird found his sill.
The second spider sat in golden threads, made soft with quill.
Then Spider one dropped down
upon the white bird.
Web Of Gold
The high ride he was given, over trees and then a hill,
made him wish he'd stayed at home.
so safe ,within his web of gold, upon the window sill.
As worms and flies were gathered
that spiders eyes grew big with greed,
as White bird swooped up higher,
and travelled home to fill his
partners nest with worms and flies
and one solitary spider for her to kill..........
- FEAR HILL
A poem inspired by the death of the pope,when the bells from the nearbye church rang constantly