Speaking starling © mmSeason
© 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
and have no thought of next.