magpies

One for sorrow, two for joy; three for a girl and four for a boy; five for silver, six for gold…

There were six magpies bickering in the trees by the river last night. Sadly, I fear they weren’t foretelling the imminent receipt of a large fortune, just the arrival of sunset over the lake:

sunset over lake

Author: don't confuse the narrator

Exploring the boundary between writer and narrator through first person poetry, prose and opinion

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