In times of trial once upon a time
When lost for direction myself did find
While walking away the woes of life
Magpies came to sight and mind
As one was seen, where it was been
Hastily I looked for another – sometimes not there
Sometimes yes – omens of luck bad and good
The folk of old said who of such were aware.
When those times passed, and once I walked
Not to ease troubled heart, but to pass the time
A lone magpie flying low, its path
Of flight, ominously crossed mine.
But I wondered not of luck to come
Though of the rhyme I said the words
Maybe as guiding spirits to comfort like angels some are sent:
After eased are the troubles, maybe they are mere birds?