Paul J Penton – Songwriter

Magpie – Daily Object Writing- Nov 26

Eyes scanning the skies for invaders, he sits on a telegraph pole near where the cross member is bolted to the post , looking on with radar eyes. A bulbous black and white body, almost like a bumble bee it seems it should not fly, but when you’re walking in his territory a flutter of wings is all you know in the instant before he attacks with scraping claws and chiselling beak. There’s a momentray panic as you wonder what the hell’s going on, the impulse is to dive and fold under yourself, a reflex action, a flinch. Hands raise up like punching levers as the swooshing wings rise up for another swoop. Guarding the territory, the black and white uniform turns to Stasi Grey. A fascist flight opportunist, scanning the world form his perch looking for objects to decorate the nest. Protecting the youngsters with their emaciated bodies in need of filling, thin stringy necks and plucked bodies as yet unfeathered- no wonder he wants to protect his investment.