Landing By Rivers

I want to be a magpie.

I want to sore through the sky, landing by rivers.

I want to be a magpie with a friend hat stays with me forever, otherwise I’ll be labelled unlucky.

I want to fly overhead of people, being a beautiful sight for all.

I want to be simple, just black and white.

Don’t tell me to tidy the table.

Don’t tell me to sign into glow over and over again.

I will be a magpie, not a seagull, robin, pigeon, duck or crow. Just a magpie, and you won’t stop me.

By Grace Smith