The Starlings

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Photo by Richard Fogg

 

…the starlings are chattering, quarreling and laughing,

whispering and quietly enjoying themselves,

when suddenly a blustering as of ten thousand pairs

of sharp-edged scissors

passes through the republic of the plains–

it is as though an alarm had sounded,

heard as an echo over the muffled traffic.

Soon the darkness of night will fall.

But the starlings up there won’t stop talking,

they move together, push one another, chatter and flit.

~ Jesper Svenbro