Before I Draw The Curtains I Observe Poem by Sheena Blackhall

Before I draw the curtains I observe
A murmuration of starlings over the Buchan fields
Swooping and diving in natural choreography

Do they perform to keep warm?
To outfox predators?
For exercise at dusk
Before turning in for the night?

It's sharp frosted November,
They will roost in the woods
When the fires of sunset die

When I retire beneath the covers
I considerwith gratitude the flight
Of those soaring creatures

Beyond human worries and concerns
Beyond grief, fear, hate
They move in perfect harmony as one