The magpies in
my garden love
a windy day –
it takes them
up up and back,
turns their games
into three dimensional
chess, makes them
sing with happiness
when they land
on the gate, a
difficult landing, in
the wind, performed
perfectly.
But I can’t fly
and I hate wind.
Still, I am happy
for them.
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