Jackdaw Talks

I sat down next to her,

Pricking up my ears,

Trying to hear what she had to say.

She started with a recondite squawk,

Later clarified:

“All these tales,

You’re spreading yourself too thin,

Meandering among multifarious magnets,

Magnifying concepts around

Main multifaceted motif.

Pulling the strings,

Not allowing yourself to drag your heels;

Slow down,

You now have all the means.

All these marginal affairs

Meaning to help you out,

They are in hard-boiled style

Worth Chandler alone.

Leave them now,

Throw yourself into a new wind

Of changes,

Overcome overwhelming obstacles

Of modern times.

It’s time

To leave them behind

And build solid ground

For your future life.”

“I know these tales,

They were meant to clear my mental fog

That I experience from time to time,

And their intention was

To help my authentic concept;

I’m not selling any secrets

Like others,

Leaving nothing to work on.

Explicitly announcing to the public

All their assets,

Trump cards to die for.

Oh, no! It’s not my style,

And you dare to criticise me

From my block?”

“Well, do what you want,

But be careful how you do!

This is my advice

Straight from your dad’s mouth.

I’m going to fly away now to join my friends.

Auf Wiedersehen!”

And she spread her wings wide,

Trying to avoid my doubts,

As the only hardship she could face

Was looking for food

In human garbage.

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