Autumn sky where the evening sun sets low

Burnishing the clouds with a golden glow

Streaking the heavens in strange gyration

A roiling and flowing murmuration

Of starlings.

 

Myriad birds in swooping unison

Wondrous vision without comparison

In search of a roosting place for the night

Enjoy the exuberant joyous flight

Of starlings.

 

They dip and they soar and turning they glide

As in a choreographed unit tied

On such an evening we can set the clocks

To the spiralling sight of flaring flocks

Of starlings.

 

As deepening dusk takes a firmer hold

They perch together to elude the cold

A multitude of feathery flutter

Settling down and join in the chatter

Of starlings.

 

Congregating in their communal need

To gather gossip of a place to feed

Then rise again in early dawning light

To repeat again the diurnal rite

Of starlings.