I am a wanderer

I am a wanderer

Flitting from place to place

A Magpie

Picking up crumbs of comfort

From wherever they may fall

It is rare to see a Magpie on his own

I teeny bit unlucky

Perhaps I am better to be avoided

It is probably why

I never look in mirrors

But luck can turn on the toss of a coin

I never carry cash

Big issue vendors have a smart square thing

You have no excuse not to give

Even unto buskers

Everyone has a right to live

According to their means

I remember when beans meanz Heinz

I suppose it still does

If I say English recipe, is that a faux pas?

The trouble with etiquette

Is that there are always critics

Waiting to pounce on a mistake,

Just like crows on a bin bag,

Perhaps it is better to be

A bonafide Magpie

(not the football club as that is a wholly different story)

And do everything with conviction.

It is my right to be what I want to be

As long as I bear the appropriate markings

Otherwise, I could be a Crow

Or god forbid a Jackdaw

How could anybody be so wrong

As to confuse the two

Wings or no wings

We are worlds apart.

In terms of intellect and family values

No two birds are the same

But we can flock together

Especially in a crisis

I guess the differences between us

Are only as great as we want them to be

The more I think of myself as on the outside

Looking in

The more I will come to resemble

A character from Dickens

A Pip, a Nicholas or a Tiny Tim

My nose pressed up against the glass

Looking at life on the inside

Moving from one window to the next

I could join a family of Goslings

On a walkabout behind mum

As far as the bakery and buns,

Before turning tail

And heading back home

To get my head down

For a growth spurt

In the comfort of a warm nest.