Jackdaws

Happy the jackdaws surrounded by their playmate
Boisterous wind with which they wrestle and roll,
Diving against it, wings closed; gripped and thrown
Many ways, open-winged, spun in it chacking and looping.

Easy to envy jackdaws. Even those
Who never look up, who curse the stopped and creeping
Traffic must see their low flight in the distance
As they descend to towns jackdaws poke fun at,
See them in swirling pairs, amused and mated
For life, defeated only when no one knows
And never bullied by a wind too gusty.

Having lived too long in a town no jackdaw trusted,
Where graveyards lacked their disrespectful tread,
I spend my careless time airing my head.