You came to me one summer’s day
You were a little fletchling it was the month of May
Your little beak wide open and flapping your tiny wings
You thought I was your mother that brought you worms & things
I tried to set you from where you had came
But you ran back after me down the lane
So I picked you up held you in my arms
Such a cute little thing I did not want to come to any harm
You were a baby Magpie
Some folks did not like the Myth
But to me you were a magical little winged gift
I put you in a box & made you a little nest
You were so tired you needed to rest
Ever morning the crack of dawn
I fed and nourished you to become big & strong
During the day you would follow me around
You were a curious little one with what you found
With an attraction to shiny things
You would often play with my silver rings
Months passed you now big & strong
But one night I had a feeling something was wrong
I rushed downstairs out the door
I searched & searched you were gone
Hours passed & I found a hole
Blown open by the wind near a pole
I called & called searching I found
Your little body lying lifeless on the ground
The cold & rain were too much for you to weather
Your little body covered in feather
I held you cried & cried
I looked up & gazed upon the sky
I seen a beautiful Magpie flying
You are free now my little feathered friend
Fly high now upon the wind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem