Murmuration

Starlings take flight

Photo by Albert Beukhof

it is dusk
a mesmerizing dance
begins
            a thousand or more strong
                  inkblots against an 
orange sky
weaving intricate patterns
            in the air
                  they move as one
their movements 
            reminiscent of a great wave 
                  crashing against the shore
they twist, turn with a 
            precision that defies logic
                  as if guided by an invisible hand
with an unspoken language
            united by invIsible threads
                  binding them together
moving as one
            a symphony of feathers, beaks
                  ebbing and flowing
wings shimmer in the gloaming
            creating other-worldly shapes
                  a celestial ballet in the sky
as night settles in
            they disperse in
                the softened edges
leaving me in awe of
the beauty and wonder
of the divine in
nature’s grand dance