Lent poem #33

Miserable drab and wet today. One minute sunny spring and the next we are back to cool and rainy. It seems to have the birdlife a bit irritable about it too, as evidenced by a group of angry starlings paying a brief visit. I thought they were meant to be a sociable bunch.


A squabble of starlings alights on the lawn.

They are in a fight, pouring scorn

or some such venom on each other.

It seems that food is not the bother,

 as random feathers drift away

from the iridescent froth of this affray.

The furious fracas abruptly ends

and a mini murmuration ascends.



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