A Great Commotion
The ambience was changing
At the fading of the light.
I could feel a cool embrace,
The coming of the night.
In the sky, a great commotion
Countless starlings did I see
A swirling murmuration
In perfect symmetry.
Fluid moving patterns
Writ wide across the sky,
Oh, but the joy of it
To watch these starlings fly.
An ever changing tapestry,
It was ballet in the air.
A wonder to behold
I could but stand, and stare.
Copyright © Gary Smith | Year Posted 2017
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