Bird Flock
BIRD FLOCK
In the fading light’s vast expanse
Autumn evening’s graceful dance
Flock of starlings countless, harmonised
One way, now another, synchronised
Black-out the sky, then film-thin
Venetian blinds opening up, closing in
Pulsing wave of birds rolling over the sunset with ease
As one dynamic creature turning in the breeze
Each bird an orchestrated part
Titan making love to the ocean’s heart
As if its whole life were what it gave
Thrashing in wave after sensuous wave
Its eyes open and close
In a giant climax and its throes.
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NOTE
Seeing these marvellous bird displays is one of the delights of country living.
We saw this performance every autumn evening on the Irish coast.
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2011
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