Starlings Poem by Margaret O Driscoll
Starlings
The miscellany of the murmuration
Can be heard by all around
Starlings swoop down, strutting swiftly
Yellow beaks probing in the ground
Looking through my binoculars
Their flecked feathers I can see
They rise in the air like locusts
To every branch of each tree
Can be heard all around! ! With the muse of nature. Nice work.
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8/5/2026 11:24:58 PM # rel_20260803T153344Z_4267e77
To view the Starlings in the evening sky in their hundreds swooping and darting is one sight to behold, Lovely poem Margaret
Thanks Dan, it certainly is a sight to behold, 'swooping and darting' as you say, they perched on trees nearby yesterday, a miscellany of sound! !