A Tidings of Magpies

WORK IS DONE and a most companionable moon followed me home from my shift at the human industrial plant where I repair bad brains and injured lives. We drove as partners through the curving streets of the neighborhood, yellow-flamed windows beckoning as the dust of the day loosened and lifted, landing on the half opened car window before blowing back into the world. We passed the last dog walks of the evening. I raise a hand in greeting to all knowing how quickly their arcs too could be felled. The moon, my constant, and I leave with him the remains of this day for illumination.

Brutus the boxer sleeping with his head on stuffed squirrel squeaky toy, Felix the cat sleeping on my true love’s dining room chair, Bella the cat silently padding across dining room table to hiss and swat at Felix. HoneyHaired girl sleeping. Megan the rat watching all from her cage, standing up tall on hind legs. 3 small birds on tree outside, one with pale red top of head. Grey, quiet, drizzly day. My true love not calling me back.