114 – A Thousand Starlings

Poem number 114
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A Thousand Starlings
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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.
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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.
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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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