You

I am just gonna vibe with 

whatever is given.

Staying in my lane,

sipping those thoughts away.

You change like the seasons 

would if there was 12 of them.

No time to pin.

No way to try.

Only one soul.

A flock of magpies.

Do you remember the rhyme? 

One for sorrow.

Two for joy.

Three for a girl.

Four for a boy.

Five for silver.

Six for gold.

Seven for a secret

never to be told.

Eight for a wish.

Nine for a kiss.

Ten a surprise you should

never miss.

Eleven for health.

Twelve for wealth.

I could go on but none 

of these matter.

For you it is rather about 

birds of a feather.

The curtain opens.

Silence spreads. 

Deep breath in now

and count those heads.

One for the money!

Two for the show!

Three to make ready!

And four to go!

- A

(inspired by the magpie nursery rhyme and the famous expression)