Starlings Poem by Matt Mooney

Seeking shelter in the hall
Of the hotel of ivied walls
And the door bangs shut
By a sudden stormy gust.
Locked in without a key,
I called out for my liberty
And with a heavy metal one
She came to set me free
In sweet tones of hospitality
And the leaves from the trees
Danced for us in the breeze,
Maybe glad of their release.

‘Hear the starlings' she said,
Inviting me outside to listen
To them in the ivy up above
And I listened to the twitters
Of the murmur just flown in
From their daring air display-
As if they took a sudden flair
For this corner of the Square.