MURMURATIONS OF LOVE
There was a starling sky
Yesterday over Rye
The arc of cloudless blue
Quite frequently changing its hue
as we watched the songbirds fly-by
You and me walking hand in hand
Along this wild and windy headland
The starlings singing high above
Sketching their murmurations of love.
One of the recurring miracles of the world! Well celebrated in your poem as well as your photo, Tom.
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