Along the road the magpies walkwith hands in pockets, left and right.They tilt their heads, and stroll and talk.In their well-fitted black and white. They look like certain gentlemenwho seem most nonchalant and wiseuntil their meal is served – and thenwhat clashing beaks, what greedy eyes! But not one man that I have heardthrows back … Continue reading Judith Wright’s poem Magpies