‘The’ Jack Daw,
in person,
no doppelgängers,
or lookie-likies,
to confuse the issue.
“Where shall we eat?”
I ask, politely,
mindful of my manners.
“Here! Now!”
cried Jack,
in his coarse voice.
We ate, and conversed little –
such was the fine fare on offer –
and then, rudely,
I would say;
Jack just flew away:
Graeme Sandford 