Pica, pica, pica

words from Hame

graphic and poem by Peter.



If only I could soar like an eagle
to see the world as I cannot.

I am a magpie in black and white,
in flight through clouds,
seeking colour.

I am nosy, restless, noisy, bothered by life.
I pick up the pieces.


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