Indoors me
Outdoors Jack
His back
Is glossy black
He lives in golden halls
And clacks his name for all
To hear
Dancing in the air
Through bronze November trees
As with his friends he weaves

While I live beige
Colour of rage
Ground bound
My name no sound
No flight for me
No friends to see

Watching Jack
Life's gloss comes back
Let me be
Out daws with thee