The Gathering of the Jackdaws

Twice a day, the jackdaws gather in their thousands, in that same old tree It is as if they only gather for a good old group meet and a bit of repartee Standing in the garden you see them flying in their groups from overhead As in their thousands and all the late comers who have just got out of bed The last ones in make me laugh, squawking as if to so say don't forget me Then silence descends, just what is going on within there I just cannot see It's as inside that tree the chief Jackdaws have a gathering of all the clans Discussing all the local farmers, then talk about the rest of the day’s plans Then no more than an hour you will get to see them all flying off in groups Then it’s all over “till dusk when again they are all back in massive swoops I really admire their kith and kinship; it's far greater than ours can ever be But it never stops me wondering just what the ‘eck is going on in that tree Indiana Shaw . . . ; )