I Am a Starling
I am part of a display team
we don't practice, we all just know
to twist and turn together,
as we put on our aerobatic show.
This display is called a murmuration
the visual delight, showing no fear.
The oohs and aahs of the watchers
as the birds shows you autumn is here
We are noisy birds
seemingly never alone
our green brown plumage
with buff spots we call our own
I am a gregarious bird
I squawk and quarrel all day,
can mimic about twenty birds
like a nightingale they say
If you have a nest box I will gladly stay
you being around won't worry me,
in it my four blue eggs I will lay
soon the youngsters will fly free.
I might be a noisy neighbour
yet no garden is alive without me.
The Robin is pretty but a fighter
blue ****,blackbirds sparrows you'll see.
So gardeners when you plant up your flowers
sow your lawns and baskets you hang.
Remember to also put up a feeding table
put out seeds for the starlings that sing.
Penned 11 May 2015
Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2015
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