Black Jack Daw

Black, Jack
And crooked neck,
Thief and scrounger,
With hammering peck,
Proud and sleek,
But ever so sly,
Trouble to come,
Shown by glint in the eye,
Waiting this Daw,
Perched high on limb,
Awaiting his mate,
To go dancing with him,
Return on current,
Pitched feathers in time,
Approaches and lands,
By Black Jack in line,
A darting look,
Then leap from the Ash,
A stumbling dance,
Of the two starts to hatch,
Swoops and eddy,
Forms flowing in tandem,
With eyes a glare,
Fixed motioned between them,
A crow signals in,
This courtship is finished,
Slow steady wings,
Return to Ash tree unassisted.