Tommy befriended the magpie
In times when friends were scarce
it's call stained the air
It waited for him after school
On the lampost before his front door
The two walked into the woods
Summer leaves thatch a canopy
dappled light scans the two
the soft spongy leaves absorb his foot falls
The magpie flying branch to branch clicking
His family's small flat on the rough estate
A distant thought slowly fading
The magpie stares down
Tommy stares back
deeper into the woods they go
Off the trail
The wind shoves the canopy open
exposing naked twilight
Ferns whisper warnings and omens
Sycamores budge about
Oaks frown in discontentment
Night arrives uninvited
Tommy knows no fear
Deep inside now
Return this night is impossible
wild strawberries and chanterelles
More nutrition than his smelly flat
He slept between the roots of a giant beech
The magpie perched a few inches above
Eyes glowing in the dim
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