Jackdaw, poetry by Clive Grewcock at Spillwords.com
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Jackdaw

Jackdaw

written by: Clive Grewcock

 

There is an absent murmur overhead-
Jackdaw is making his rounds.

That one ambered eye,
pierced with an inky pin,

leaking black as he seeks his quarry.
The other missing,

perhaps looking elsewhere,
searching for lost souls.

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