He had thought a possum roast would ease his hunger.
‘It would have,’ said the jackdaw, ‘were you younger
and in a land with possums, traps, and fires.’
He looked out where the edge of night expires.
He drank water ? and pretended it was wine ?
He drank whiskey ? and pretended it was wine ?
‘You’d better eat,’ the jackdaw said. ‘There’s still some bread ?
with not much mould.’ He winced and drank instead.
When the edge of night got eaten by the sun ☀️
he decided he’d shoot animals for fun.
He fired straight up. The bullet fell. He died.
The jackdaw told the animals, ‘I tried.’