High beeches reach out to touch
the grey clouds of dusk, as a
flying carpet of tiny leaves
whirl round the sky.
Murmuration, a strange word for
a nightly celebration of flight, by
the masters of aerial dance
in formation.
Their performance sets the dull
evening sky quivering, the
starling squadron soaring
and diving low.
Who taught them to perform like this?
How do they keep apart, turns
alongside each other
timed perfectly?
Nature teaches safety in numbers,
so as to confuse and distract
their predatory enemies
from striking.
But, I think they enjoy putting
on a nightly show, just for
us earthbound humans
here below.
November 2020