Magpie Moment

He daringly landed on the outside sill, his head cocked to one side, eyeing me with his jet-black beads.  His feathers were plumped up, newly preened and gleaming coal black and opalescent blue.  He began to peck at the window, slowly, more quickly, desperately, as the sun shone and bounced off the silver backing; a book he could see, but couldn't reach.  Forbidden Treasure.