Five snipers huddled,
In the arms of the old oak,
Crystalline in frost.
Looked out of our back window today and saw a Hitchcock like scene. Five magpies had settled together in the old oak tree opposite. They were freezing poor things, trying to conserve energy, unmoving, which gave them an air of hatching some sinister plot.
Five for silver though right? Lottery ticket time :)
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