Triumphant Jackdaws

Triumphant Jackdaws

Steal promises

Made of gold

Build a home with them

Nobody bats an eyelid

When the Owl tells its tale

With the wisdom of Solomon

Only a whisper

On the wing

As the first snow falls.

Broken meadows

Jagged fenceposts

Teardrop cowpats

Icy floodgates

Waiting to be opened

As the last cold spell

Disappears

Into the mouth of a Snapdragon

With all of its magic

Frosting the flow

Of wellwishers

Waiting to celebrate

The coming of spring.

It is always there

Waiting for the ring

To be placed upon its finger

The Jackdaws

Finally,

Heeding the call

Held on to it far too long

But the little blighters

Are nest builders

Home from home-makers

And love a happy ending.