The Magpie

The magpie takes off as the car passes 
The wind blows through the grasses
The water is still as a rock
The birds are going to join the flock 

The reeds blow in the wind
The plover was resigned
The magpie has its own mind
The pine trees were aligned 

They stand straight and still
The magpie watches up on the hill 
The smell of the pine 
The nice air was fine 

The water was as clear as glass 
The magpie lands in the dead tree
The water reflects the trees
The fish splashes in the water

Up in the tree the magpie caws 
The magpie swoops in 
The cars zoom past in the distance 
The sun is blinding