05-05-2014, 04:56 AM
This is a musical poem. I can hear the crows cawwww and see their sky dance. Magpies are all of their own, in voice and outfit. This poem is a fancydance, a concert of natural players. It needn't have been any longer, as the show has just begun.
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okay, do I need to give non fluffy feedback. I enjoyed the mysterious line: "linked wings shoulder the coffin" It made me wonder if Mamma magpie was a true mother spilling tears with the rest of the group, attempted to be dressed in her best. hmmm. Thanks for sharing
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okay, do I need to give non fluffy feedback. I enjoyed the mysterious line: "linked wings shoulder the coffin" It made me wonder if Mamma magpie was a true mother spilling tears with the rest of the group, attempted to be dressed in her best. hmmm. Thanks for sharing