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.