Monday, April 1, 2019

Starling Dance

Sun lay low and gold,
mellow heat on an autumn eve
painting trees a rich coffee color.
A sudden tree explosion sends starlings
skyward, starward
into a flurry of songburst and wingplay
over and back
swinging loosely, easily, knowingly.
Synchronized and chaotic.
Beautiful black shadows dancing on an
alabaster sky.

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