Magpie Monday

Let us consider
The magpie
Marauding my Monday,
Precarious dangling
From a feeder
Meant for smaller fry,
Whose eggs he no doubt
Filches on the quiet.
Something brutish
There is
In the downfall
Of prettier things.

I would see him off
If I were not so slow
And so would they
If they were  not so small.

The world's too full
Of monsters of such a sort
And we too lacking
In the power 
To bring them to account.


JL 11 June. 14:15