It's Still Life

A Very Unpleasant Poem

I once saw a magpie
steal the eye of a lamb.
Left it lame and blind,
and in a fence entwined.
The shepard’s dog sat watch
all night that very spot.
It waited for that magpie –
soon in its mouth was caught.

For dVerse Poets. Ingrid asks for a corvid poem. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Image from Unsplash.