Magpie Hunter

I can hear sparrows
beyond my door,  
Mother screaming
over roofs and air,  
I know the call,
I've seen the bodies, year after year,  
not this one,
this one I go out with a cap gun,  
shoot the invader,  
shadow of death beak
snapping,
blood lust unsolved.
I think they're getting accustom to me,  
they squabble shortly after in opposing trees,
no bodies on the ground,
no spade soaked in babe.