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.