Jackdaw Cub
The ground beneath my talons goes
Squish-Squish-Squish.
A perfect time for me to
Hunt-Hunt-Hunt.
But first I must be
Quiet-Quiet-Quiet.
Gently creep forward and
Listen-Listen-Listen.
As it wiggles its way to the surface I
Pounce-Pounce-Pounce.
The whorm whiggles in myf bheak mmm
Yummy-Yummy-Yummy.
Squish-Squish-Squish.
A perfect time for me to
Hunt-Hunt-Hunt.
But first I must be
Quiet-Quiet-Quiet.
Gently creep forward and
Listen-Listen-Listen.
As it wiggles its way to the surface I
Pounce-Pounce-Pounce.
The whorm whiggles in myf bheak mmm
Yummy-Yummy-Yummy.
This poem is copyright (©) Lindsay Comer 2025
About the Writer
Lindsay Comer
Lindsay lives in South Wales and has always loved reading. Whilst her work is mainly for grownups, she enjoys writing weird stories and poems that give voice to unexpected items. You can find her on Twitter- Lindsay_Writes3.
