I have never seen, first-hand,
a murmuration in flight;
those oscillating patterns
shape-shifting overhead.
I’ve seen footage from
onlookers but it’s never
the same as I imagine
standing, slack-jawed,
neck bent backwards
staring at denim-blue
backdrop while those
feathered-gods turn
inside-out, understanding
more than we could
ever, turning atmosphere
to free-flowing liquid,
sky into sea, what
a sight it must be
to see a murmuration
in flight, overhead.
~The H Word~
#NaPoWriMo2022
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