Glittering magpies gather, silent wings stand overshadowed by dark clouds hovering Loud with thunder, lightning strikes Dancing around the fire, witches wait Cowering in the shadows, a spy watches often wishing she could join the coven After scurrying away, she turns into Judas taking her thirty pieces of silver… ©AnitaDawes2022
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Anita Dawes and Jaye Marie 
Great image through words, Anita.
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Thank you, John…
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Beautiful! I love magpies, even they are so self-esteemed, no other bird would get a place around. Best wishes, Michael
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