Sitting on the train during my daily commute,
When a bird flies by and I automatically salute,
Why did this bird make me do such a thing,
Is superstition really a thing I believe in?
What bird makes me do this? That would be a Magpie,
Does it know this when it’s flying up high?
These handsome rogue’s are internationally hated,
But did the hate start when the superstition was created?
Or is it because of their challenging attitude?
Constantly criticized for being arrogant and rude,
Or is it because they steal shiny things,
From brand new earrings to wedding rings,
Their mainly responsible for the Song Bird drop,
But that’s just nature it’s not meant to stop,
Some say they are in league with the devil,
But that’s over the top, they’re not on that level,
They are social birds that roost together,
That appear daily no matter the weather,
They are cheeky, gorgeous and intelligent birds,
Who do not care about the public’s bad words,
So do they ever cause real sorrow?
Maybe when they steal instead of borrow,
But looking at them makes me feel joy,
When their soaring around for everyone to enjoy,
Especially when you see them in many numbers,
Playing airborne in their black and white jumpers,
Even though we all know the superstition is not true,
Disrespecting this bird people will continue to do,
So stop being negative and appreciate their beauty,
As a human I think that is our duty,
So even if you see one or even ten,
Try not to salute them ever again.
A Poem By Corey Booth – 06/02/12 🙂