Time is a thief, such as

the magpie, we wink &

open our eyes, life’s little

blip upon a radar, then gone.

The magpie will rob another

bird blind, like the grim reaper,

they will devour their young

hatchlings and eggs and anything

that they can get their selfish beaks on.

The thieving magpies will even mob

predators, like owls, cats, and hawks,

denying them a meal, like the reaper

deprives one’s life, like a flash mob

deprives one of having a dull moment.

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Wayne Russell is a creative jack of all trades, master of none. Poet, rhythm guitar player, singer, artist, photographer, and author of the poetry books Where Angels Fear via Guerilla Genius Press, and Splinter of the Moon and Waves of Lucidity, both via Silver Bow Publishing.

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