In the square
a smiling girl bends and sways
pirhouettes for the crowd
her eyes half-closed
to better hear the gasps of admiration.
Jackdaw cocks a jet-bright eye
a burlesque tumble of sleek black wings
to dance amid the golden rain
tossed from the ragged skirts of autumn trees.
The crowd applauds
the girl beams
jackdaw preens a glossy plume
while the fiery dance of the trees goes on
for as long as there are trees with leaves to cast
more precious than pearls before swine.