PORTRAIT IN BLACK AND WHITE

A grand clutter of magpies
in judges’ robes flutters to fill
the bone-bare branches
of winter trees.  They stare
at me, then burst into mad
cackles of raucous laughter.
What, I ask them, is the joke?
The heavy load of winter snow
that slid sharply off the roof,
just missing me?  The small cat
dashing by with piteous mews
to disappear into an open door?
The magpies do not answer.
Again in unison, they abruptly
cease their clatter to fly away,
bright plumage shining black
and white in icy winter light.  

  – Catherine Garland