When the Jackdaws Clatter

Have you ever heard the saying
that swans will sing when jackdaws
are silent? But their clatter continues,
a blatant pecking inside my head.

I hid all my glittering treasures before
their princess landed on the windowsill,
greedily eyeing my bejewelled
looking-glass. I left a dish of purest olive oil,

to lure and catch the avaricious bird
before she pecked the golden hair clip
and the rest of the feathery curls
from the shiny skin of my scalp.