Jackdaw

Poor little Jack Door.
Keen eyes, like a magpie
targeting gleaming precious things.

Used to play on the school roof
firing pebbles and glass down
to the tarmac from his mouth.

Never looked unsatified
or out of whack
behind our backs he would
cry wolf to the grass.
Alone he rang out
"they call me strange
they see I stand out."

Poor little Jackdaw.
A friend of Rotting Dean.
Discovered many years later
dead amongst a pile of
expensive silver watches.