First Post - Murmuration

The birds plummit and climb

twisting like torn black ribbons in the breeze.

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Seperate molecules condensing

into one dark ball-like mass

and in a second spreading

to reveal the pale blue backdrop

between the fingers of their wings.

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A dark dotted castnet spread out,

unfurling across the sky,

pulling us in, dragging us

towards their coreographed clot of dance,

our view distorted by winding tail of titmice.

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The hawk humbled by their display

unable to decipher the density of their defense

flies the edge looking for stragglers

feathered wing tip trembling in the wind.

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The shifting organism turns its head

like twisted tree limbs clamoring

towards the heavens.

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Filled with wonder and astonishment

I am stopped dead,

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until I forget five minutes later.

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