Magpie

Magpie,
Infernal magpie,
Drop me and
Return me to my dressing table.
This shiny bauble is not for your
Taking, breaking, making your own.

Jewelled and brittle,
It glitters with a dim lustre,
A rich and ruby red.
Back to your damp nest I shall
Not go.
You won't phone me, own me, loan me.

But however much I struggle
Or fight
Your irresistible colours and sharp
Claws hold me in an iron grip.
I still kiss you, dismiss you, miss you...