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Natural Prey
 


He perches on the outdoor chair,
taps his beak on the window pane,
to let me know he's there.

No matter how wondrous his riant song,
each note delight, each trill a thrill,
to feed him what I have is wrong.

Magpie, a carnivore should consume
the roughage he'll glean from natural prey,
lest next generation meet with doom.

Neighbours feed food scraps, fatty mince,
surely contributing to his fate.
If only I could their reason convince.




By cherryk

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This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The WORD PAINTING Challenge with Myrna D (Myrna) .. read page for rules and info (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The WORD PAINTING Challenge with Myrna D (Myrna) .. read page for rules and info (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The WORD PAINTING Challenge with Myrna D (Myrna) .. read page for rules and info (challenge has been closed)


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