Igniting on rooftops - velveteen smoke
hooded thugs, cackling, chackling
smouldering into chimney pots.
With intention I’m watched. Electric eyes,
forget-me-not blue, static in slate sockets
Don’t feed Jackdaws, they’re raucous, ravenous
throats sleek and undulous, but I do.
A clap and they’re gone, tangling greys,
shadowy knots unravelled to sky.