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Murmeration of Starlings
Murmuration of Starlings
On a sudden moment in the evening sky
A cloud that rises, swirls and swirls again
A murmeration of Starlings rise and fly,
Lift and fall to the open grassy plane.
As shifting patterns fold and turn
A cloud that rises, swirls and swirls again.
A myriad birds swoop and churn
In an instant to evolve and change
As shifting patterns fold and turn
As by an unknown voice to re-arrange
Fluid patterns created not by chance,
In an instant to evolve and change.
In primitive display they dance
Sweeping to the horizon then return,
Fluid patterns created not by chance.
Each bird by bird's place exchanged in turn
On a sudden moment in the evening sky
Sweeping to the horizon then return
A murmeration of Starlings rise and fly.
09/30/2022
Entered into 'A Flock of birds Poetry Contest'
by Julia Ward
Copyright ©
Barry Stebbings
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