Flight of the Starlings

Flight of the Starlings

One fine evening, off I wandered
towards the woods deep,
lured by aesthetic wonders

Laying on the mossy carpet,
I inhaled the fragrance wild of
berries ripe strewn over the ground

Ah! My heart skipped a beat seeing
a swooping mass of starlings
twirling in the sky so blue

Shapes gorgeous they formed
made me wonder if ‘twas a
swan or Olaf winking above

Enamored by these winged beauties
smiled the sun, as the leaves swirled,
mountains swooned, brooks burbled in glee

Dousing me in their euphony,
they left on a whim, whilst I kept
pondering if ’twas just a dream
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