Day 26

 Day 26

What clatters, who?

Jackdaws in the bare trees

Their nests of tattered leaves 

and bracken, high up, scattered

thought clouds

Matters of love are chattered

there, up in the high nests,

up in the beady eyes of pines.

They are poised to spatter 

spies, under the trees and looking up

They needle natter, announce

News of the day, and fanfare latter echoes

of bad angels , blessings curses

all that patter. The Sky's seen better 

through a milk blue eye