SWOOSH...!

Starlings at full throttle!

THE

RUSH

OF

STARLINGS

I heard the swoosh first
Causing me to look up,
And in the Novembered sky
Beheld the rush of starlings.

As one, they winged from tree to tree
Busily dining on berries
And leaving in their wake,
The aftershock of frenzied flight.

Not for the weak-hearted
These dare-devil fliers,
Darting at the speed of light
Between this world
And somewhere else entirely.

Gerard O'Shea