What are they saying?

First starlings sing at

              sunrise

a squeaky sound like

          the slightly off-kilter

                         hinge

of an old

         door opening.

3 plaintive notes

       then a melody

         almost

         imperceptible

              undecipherable

yet so gently told.

perhaps discussing the

            leap they are

   about to make

      into the 

deep blue pool of the sky?

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  1. grams ramblingsApril 14, 2021 at 9:24 AM

    I loved that and the way it was set out added to its beauty. Well done

    gramswisewords.blogspot.com

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