Magpies proliferate
In their squawking, I can hear
Swords banging on shields
They fight for their territories
And where they have their nests
They fight with unrelenting courage
The magpies control the trees
But you do not see them in their leafy coverings
Looking down on the rooftops where we live
Every so often, they clash with squirrels
They do not let up the fight until
The squirrel is driven away
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There are no magpies here, but great-tailed grackles walking funny and being noisy :O
Maybe Aurora the squirrel needs a little armor.
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There are so many jokes in this that I’m at a loss for words.
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