A murmuration of starlings swirling high,
Clouding, unclouding the bleak grey sky
Then turning to magic that bleak grey sky…
Their unending rustle rouses a thought,
A thought which awakens tender shoots
That branch as starlings do in flight.
My starlings in flight, brightening swirls
Lightening the dull grey mindscape… .
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