Against the blue black of the evening sky <br />Flies a black cloud of hundreds <br />Of small feathered bodies, all of one mind <br />That turn and twist in stunning aerial acrobatics <br />Before settling to roost for the night <br />And above all you can hear <br />The constant chittering chatter <br />Of a murmuration of starlings<br /><br />Marilyn Shepperson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/starlings/
