Jackdaw watches sunset

From the telegraph pole

At five to three in yellow light

As black as shiny coal



Still life



The world is stopped and waiting

The clock has frozen still

Except for half a million eyes

That wander to the thrill



Of still life



Fading primrose turns to pink

Shadows play dark hand

To mark a place he floated

When he knew he couldn't land



Still life



There's preserved forever

Still life six below

The most perfect impression

Of a wingbeat in the snow



Still life