Confrontation I watched the crow alight high in the sycamore Surveying the high branches for a nesting site Contemplating how he might attract a bird Luring her with promises of domesticity His reverie was breached at the arrival of A kleptomaniac dressed in a two-tone top The feathered Nike eyed him from a lower branch But he was not so feeble as to be intimidated The winged felon, having failed to stare him out Bounced up to a nearer twig to threaten him And when this taunting fell short of its target mark The magpie flew at him with damage as his clear intent The talons of the pied attacker snatched at him The big black bird just nimbly skipped away and back Avoiding any contact from the grasping claws And not a feather ruffled of his black frock-coat