Mr Jackdaw Poem by Tanya Delanor

Mr Jackdaw,
Outside my back door.
You're out of luck,
With your quacking like a duck.
We've travelled far and wide,
You and me,
From my front garden
To the sea.
I've heard you years ago,
Your sound rising and falling
With the flow.
And then one day I saw you
Sometime in hot July.
Your dear little cap head
Bobbing up and down as you chased a fly.
Maybe next time I hear
Your compulsive little chuck,
I'll lay down a few nuts to
Help to bring you a little luck!