114 – A Thousand Starlings

Poem number 114
A Thousand Starlings
The boughs bend under the weight of a thousand starlings
Sharp eyes and sharp beaks
Malevolence speaks
Through a thunder of wings as they lift off to devour some mother’s darling.
Black feathered predators, swooping down on the unguarded child
Pecking eyes, ripping cheeks
Red blood leaks
As the mother screams her despair, humankind returned to the wild.
Starlings are feral and should be feared when they gather together
Assassins so sleek
With a threat that’s unique
So be alert, don’t lose focus for a second lest your child is gone forever.


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