High beeches reach out to touch
\nthe grey clouds of dusk, as a
\nflying carpet of tiny leaves
\nwhirl round the sky.<\/p>\n
Murmuration, a strange word for
\na nightly celebration of flight, by
\nthe masters of aerial dance
\nin formation.<\/p>\n
Their performance sets the dull
\nevening sky quivering, the
\nstarling squadron soaring
\nand diving low.<\/p>\n
Who taught them to perform like this?
\nHow do they keep apart, turns
\nalongside each other
\ntimed perfectly?<\/p>\n
Nature teaches safety in numbers,
\nso as to confuse and distract
\ntheir predatory enemies
\nfrom striking.<\/p>\n
But, I think they enjoy putting
\non a nightly show, just for
\nus earthbound humans
\nhere below.<\/p>\n