“… seven for a secret never to be told”
Walking in the autumnal woods around the house I heard a squawking to my left. Turning swiftly, I saw it was a magpie hopping around the fallen leaves. Uff, ‘One for sorrow’ I found myself saying aloud. Now if I were my grandmother, then I would be doomed to stay out until I saw a second one. Ah, there it was, hopping along as if it, or rather they, ruled the wood, ‘Two for joy’ the refrain said. A smile came briefly to my face, the first in a