Two Jackdaws Poem by John Carter Brown

Two Jackdaws stand in front of me
Upon their stout black legs,
Staring at my coffee cup
Waiting for the dregs;
Strutting up and down the floor
Darting for the bits
That I have dropped, they want, and they
Start beating off the tits.

I look steadfastly at the birds
And wonder what they think
About the lives of humans...
They stare at me and blink;
Upon their wings a matt-black sheen
Upon their heads, a cap,
Up and down they strut again
Their claws a tippy-tap.

They move with avian dignity
But also one intent
To rob me of my luncheon
Upon which they're hellbent;
Two Jackdaws stand in front of me
Four calculating eyes,
Analysing me, and now
They're after my mince-pies.

(Written Oct 2013)