Drawing back the night
A curtain of starlings fly
Across the sky’s frame
Now, the low gold sun
Trumpets its autumn fanfare
Starlings march the sky
Sparrowhawk gazes
From the pergola. It eyes
Hunt me, fierce and wild
Flooded fields are now
A waterfowl’s wet dream, ooh!
Check out those swans, wow.
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