Against the blue black of the evening sky
Flies a black cloud of hundreds
Of small feathered bodies, all of one mind
That turn and twist in stunning aerial acrobatics
Before settling to roost for the night
And above all you can hear
The constant chittering chatter
Of a murmuration of starlings
AN AWESOME DISPLAY OF EFFULGENT IMAGEWORK....NICELY DONE, MARILYN'''''''''''''''''''''''''FJR
I can see a competition starting, for collective nouns. Nice work Marilyn. Danny
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I would like to translate this poem
I think a 'mumuration of startlings' is a lovely way to cound an uncountable flock. Nice work.