Starling Murmuration
Twisting, turning, swooping, SWIRLING
Starlings just before dusk
Forms patterned cloud ILLUSION
Coming together as single
Thousand minds as one
Act in an instant
Who trains them all?
Who leads them all?
RUSTIC charm of birding
Brings rare joy sighting
SILENCE seems to EMANATE
In ambience of forest
SYNTHETIC life in city
Never helps to BLOSSOM
TIMELESS calm of Nature -
A price above priceless.
Copyright © thriveni c mysore | Year Posted 2024
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