As I lay upon the grass

and gaze into the sky,

I see a flock of starlings

scoot and flit on by.

Starlings are a noisy bunch,

it’s true they cannot sing;

but they are, oh so graceful,

as they dance upon the wing.

As I lay upon the grass,

they swoop and glide on by.

I see a flock of starlings,

have a disco in the sky.

© Murmuration 03.08.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Starlings forming fascinating formations over Tøndermarsken, south-west Jutland, Denmark. Image from http://www.pdfnet.dk. Material is in Public Domain. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)