When he was young he flew
With a gang of jackdaws
Who had empty hearts
And huge appetites
Without mercy or remorse
They stripped their world
Of all that they wanted
But it felt wrong to him
He had been brought up
Amongst jackdaws and crows
But it never felt right to him
And in the end
He grew to be a different bird
And left the jackdaws behind
As he flew higher and farther away
And learned

                          By Phil Roberts