The Jackdaws are excitedly
feasting on the cast away
remains of someone’s takeaway.
Discarded by them thoughtlessly.
They’re squabbling vociferously
as they jostle for the best place
and very soon there is no trace
of the feast provided free.
The plastic tray is now quite clean,
then they fly off in search of more
It is as if the food had never been.
But one latecomer lone jackdaw
examines the now empty tray.
Squawks his disgust and flies away.
8-Jan-08
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a lovely, lovely write Ivor, I love poems about everyday happenings, and this is one of them. The composition is great and a super read with such wonderful imagery. Bless you for another tip top poem. love and hugs Ernestine XXX