The magpie’s cult- a poem and art

The magpie’s cult

When a playful magpie takes a bath

Seeing that magic, makes wine of wrath

It takes the wondrous joy of a child

Adds carefree zest of a teen gone wild

Shakes them together into a cult

That of a free, inventive adult.

I came up with the poem as I finished this artwork, I also made my logo because of this painting. So, yes, I am very much in this magpie’s individual cult. For my new logo and other examples of my artwork see my new page: Implicit self Art. The photo is from Sattal, Uttarakhand India, where any birder may be prepared to get bewildered. I recommend Birder’s Den as a great stay for birders and photographers in Sattal.