I have a solitary magpie struts about in my garden. Every morning I shuffle into my kitchen to make a cup of tea and put some bread in the toaster and there he is. Strutting up and down 'look at me, I am on my own, there's only one of me, just me here, on my own, no other magpies around here look, sky completely devoid of magpies, just me, the only one.'
Every morning I salute the magpie 'morning mr magpie, morning mr magpie, morning me magpie.'
Then I eat my toast, drink my tea pass by the peacock feathers, go upstairs and wander into the bathroom to clean my teeth as I stare into a broken mirror.

Every morning I salute the magpie 'morning mr magpie, morning mr magpie, morning me magpie.'
Then I eat my toast, drink my tea pass by the peacock feathers, go upstairs and wander into the bathroom to clean my teeth as I stare into a broken mirror.





