Glimmer, Shine and Gold

Glimmer, shine and gold.

A ring, a clip, and thirty coins; He cocked

His head and peered with eyes of liquid black

Towards the baker’s window; left unlocked.

He swooped from tree to tree with bric-a-brac

Embroided on his back in feathers long

And thick. He landed on the windowsill

And lifted up the latch to break in. Wrong

As this may be, he would not rest until

He’d won his prize of glimmer, shine and gold.

With deft footsteps he leapt and crept forward

To take this loot away; not to be sold

But to be swift and make a gift this horde.

And later, far above a field of Rye,

Three things were made a wedding gift for darling lady Magpie.