The Starlings Dance Poem by Ima Ryma

The Starlings Dance



Thousands of starling birds in flight
Move in unison through the sky.
It is a mesmerizing sight,
And humans cannot explain why.
All in highly synchronized way,
Swirling and swooping together,
Perform elaborate ballet.
Awesome visual of feather,
Beating of iridescent wing
Creating such a rush of sound,
And called a murmuration thing
For a performance to astound.

In a shared split second notion,
So many starlings in motion.

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