Curved

From a distance
We were just specks
Meaningless
“No account”

Quiet
From where they stood.

Perspective
Is a strange partner
It’s message moving one
Into dissonance

Our rhythm
The organized explosion
Exact
Trained
From untold centuries
A single tip of the wing
Moving the entirety

Blustered wind
Roared past our feathered ear
Thunder
Created by the masses

It’s all a choreographed dance
And we are perfect
At its execution
Sheer numbers call to predators
And all other inhabitants
“We are here, we are many
And tonight,
This is where we will sleep”

In 2011 I started making multiple exposure impressions that included the dreaded European Starling. They are hated because they are not indigenous and displace other songbirds. But to watch a murmuration is to witness nature at its finest. There is just nothing else like it.