Monday, November 10, 2014


The gentle Jay in rushing flight
Hides by day and sings by night
Lives its life without most cares
And always seen in mated pairs

The raucous magpie in hopping dance
Is always looking to take a chance
When seen alone sorrow will come
But see a pair and good fortune is done
The black night sky upon his wing
Guttural crow never learned to sing
Often he can seem to be all alone
But always close his mate does roam
The carrion birds of town and field
Omens tell of the fear they wield
Seen about in all kinds of weather
And always they are seen together