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Starlings
they
constellate,
cluster, coalesce – a single
coal black swirling mass,
a symbiotic collective,
murmuration,
a massive ballet
they
surge and billow,
ripple and blow across the sky
in willowy waves,
rolling ink spatters, dashing,
dropping in elaborate water-
fall fashion: splash-splattering
they
pivot, spin,
swing, swivel,
into a cyclonic twisted
corkscrew
spiral
then,
altering their path,
separate
into two
distinct entities:
autonomous,
discrete,
concertedly concurrent
they
swell, swarm, and re-combine
in brilliant ebony exuberance, but
while I marvel,
still I wonder why
a collection isn’t called
a constellation of starlings …?
PSC / 2016
Penned for Day 22 of Robert Lee Brewer's April PAD
(Poem-A-Day) Challenge.
Assignment: "Star (blank)"
For more, check out his site at: 2016-april-pad-challenge-day-22
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