Jackdaws play

I'd say upon,
A blue, blue sky.
Which could be akin to them,
Saying,
We play upon the green,
The grey, the brown.
As they fly by,
Looking down.
Do they watch,
As we drag our clumsy feet?
Watching them bank upon the wind?
They see us,
I know they do.
With sadness.
With fear,
In how they take to flight.
I'd rather they,
Stay awhile and talk.
Introduce to me,
Their racourious caw.
And learn to laugh a little louder,
Knowing not all,
Mean ill.
And now I've been sat awhile ,
My form has melded,
hunched and scribed.
While they settle down to feed,
Amongst the bowls of trees,
Plucking unseen's from the furrows.
I wonder,
How much longer it would be,
To see undone,
All our kind have done.