Why have all the leaves and flowers gone away?
Where is the color in my day?
Is there rain on the way?
Will the clouds hold the sun at bay?
What will the weatherman have to say?
When can I go out and play?
Maybe tomorrow… but not today.
The silence of winter is here to stay.
Out of the corner of my eye
Flying in black waves against the sky
Like an intricate dance
A troop of ballerinas by chance?
Carefully timed in motion
As they fly closer the commotion
Of a thousand starlings
Flitting this way and that
Soaring higher and higher
Swooping back towards the ground
A big black wave… round and round
Acrobatics in flight
Oh what a sight
Starlings on wing
The Daily Word Prompt : Murmuration