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Magpies
What is small and not defended
furtive in the winter ditch
not considered fit for purpose
sometimes to become
our rich reward for patience
These sustain us in our realm
in bleak days they cannot hide
are endless bounty
in new cabbage
swede spring wheat and set-aside
A buffeting of winter rain
luckless sinew organ bone
bring for us our purple sheen
we make more sparse
the bleak spring plain