Blackbird chats noisily overhead
While they row row row
Their boat gently down the stream
A hammock can be many things
As the sun goes down
The starlings come out
They look up from their observation post
To say
They started at six o’clock with only their friends
And began a little clump of promise
Zooming around the sky
Then their friends got the message and
More and more of them arrived
Until now
Look mummy!
The sky a filled with murmuration
And squeaking and
Occasional drops of shit on the roof
Intensely the group constricts
The noise grows startling
Shocking
Confusing and a little bit scary
The shapes are fluid
Exquisite
Breathtaking in their daring-do
The hammock is a refuge
Their safe space to hide and watch
What mysterious orchestration is this display?
Ferocious movement
Intense choosing
Finally
Totally
Completely they
Roost and settle
Nwyfre 