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Speaking starling © mmSeason

Monday 1 December 2008

© mmSeason 2001

Silent I watch the stirring starlings,
hear their clamour up in the tree tops,
careless of me at the root.
How far apart we are.

This evening they broadcast
the significance of tomorrow’s migration,
a chattering signal like SETI.
Possessed by decision they take off –
off in an instant, no debating direction –
then darkened by doubts they huddle
close, swarming, anticipating
going forward together
way above this day-to-day world.

They know how

and they have forgotten
last autumn
and have no thought of next.

3 Comments leave one →
  1. Tuesday 29 September 2009 11.53 pm

    this is a beautiful poem. we have starlings here too. they do seem to fly into all directions with no thought of where they’ll end.

    thanks for dropping by my blog. i found a way for you to put my blog into your google reader but you’ll have to scroll down to, almost, the bottom of the page and click on the Subscribe to: Posts Atom for now. I’ll try to work on the problem this weekend and maybe it’ll be easier to subscribe then. thanks for letting me know.

    have a great night.

    • Wednesday 30 September 2009 6.30 pm

      Thanx, Michelle, that has worked :0) and i love your Wordless Wednesday for today. Good to see you here!

  2. Monday 1 December 2008 8.33 pm

    A lovely poem!

    Thanx 80)
    – mand

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