A Big Word Learned Late In Life
I learned a murmuration is
a flock of starlings whirling and
turning in the sky, changing
directions in a second,
flying back again, blackening
the sky in long sweeps until
for reasons man doesn’t know
the birds separate and fly away.
A different murmuration now
gathers on the sand and sends
dedicated men to new locations.
Berlin and Paris understand.
Donal Mahoney
Copyright © Donal Mahoney | Year Posted 2017
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