an army of the night

Magpies
in the night
a black and white army

invisible
against the sky

expert teams

holders
cutters
un-wrappers

worked diligently

and again

they worked
diligently

all through
the long night

now
it is morning
the tree
is free and clear

no sign

no sign

of the invader

no sign

no
no sign

of the magpie army

yet the plastic bag
is gone
as though it never was

and the king sits
on the throne

the magpie throne

once again


© Frank Prem, 2017

September 2017 Poem #23: another (finally)

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