Raw, Raw
          
Simone Forti

 
Jackdaw, are you sad?
 
          Cracker, cracker
          Hide in sky
          Lots of shouting
          A hard winter
          All went bad
 
Jackdaw, I am sad.
 
          You are sad
          Not me
          My sweetie
          We yell
          Sleep
 
I dance.
 
          We fly. Sticks. See them all we’re shouting. Berries a hard winter.
          Mites and beaks tiny sounds calling calling. Water branches and
          bugs. I follow her we yell this top branch. Hey you! This perch is
          mine mine! Oh, hey, OK, OK I fly I’m not big a bad winter all bad I’m
          dead.
 
What’s dead? What do you mean?
 
          Who knows! Dead! Dead!
 
What’s dead?
 
          Bad winter. Little beaks. Little sounds. Bugs and mites and fleas.
          Muck and stink. Dead. Dead.
 
I hear Jackdaws mate for life.
 
          We yell now
 
Yes, yell! Yell! When I get a chance I’ll yell too! I’ll yell!
 
          Yes, yell!
 
Out of my body! Out of my body! I’m yelling. Flying. Flying and yelling yelling!
 
          Hey! What you up here? You walk walk.
 
Yes, I’m back at the desk. Pen in hand.
 
          Strange
 
Strange. I better stop this. At least for now.
 
          Hmmmmm bugs
          Cracker
          Cracker
 
 
 
 
 
 
4/22/05