Jackdaw, jackdaw,
black front, black back,
grey eye, grey cape,
black foot, black claw,

plucks the backing from
an old junked carpet,
nicks the wool from
the sheep’s own back,

flaps down into
the chimney stack,
(no need for front door,
no need for back door,)

the jerk, the trickster,
just for a joke,
blocks the flue
so my room’s all smoke.

Mark Totterdell

If you have any thoughts on this poem,  Mark Totterdell 
would be pleased to hear them.