Day Nine

Today on the drive home, I saw one magpie, just one, for sorrow. For all the rest of the journey I searched for another. I saw bright fat chickens at the edge of the road. I just missed a pigeon as it flew up infront of my windscreen, living dangerously, while I uselessly duck my head on the other side of the glass. I got home and then sat outside in the car and watched two little birds, annonymous brown sparrows, skip and dart in the sunlight. No more magpies, but fortunately I remembered that life is much bigger than our plans and rhymes and supersitions. No more magpies, but fortunately I saw joy, unfurling like the first flush of green over the dark fields.