The magpie is, if we go by appearance,
the orca of the family of larks.
The one I watch is tuning his ground clearance
while telling me the etiquette of parks
is not improved, and I won’t win endearance,
by slanging him, suggesting ‘feathered sharks’
and more pejoratives that cast his kin
as predators. He soars to do me in.