James Phillip McAuley

(12 October 1917 – 15 October 1976 / Lakemba, New South Wales)

Magpie - Poem by James Phillip McAuley

The magpie's mood is never surly
every morning, wakening early,
he gargles music in his throat,
the liquid squabble of his throat.

Its silver stridencies of sound,
the bright confusions and the round
bell-cadences are pealed
over the frosty, half-ploughed field.

Then swooping down self confidently
from the fence-post or the tree,
he swaggers in pied feather coat,
and slips the fat worms down his throat.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 12, 2010



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