Starlings gather in formation.
And perfom a spectical of murmuration.
Movements so delicately precise.
To ones eyes so beautifully nice.
Darkened shapes haunt the sky.
As the starlings uniformly fly.
A free air show from mother nature.
That's more precious than any gold treasure.
Then the starlings disappear.
And the sky is left blue and clear.
Gone for the night to roost.
And to the human soul the sight has left a feel good boost.
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Author:
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