Ahh! My speckled friends
I suspect that you expect
Me to feed you seed
Happy gardener
Winter grass aeriated
By your busy beaks
The starling posse
Thirty strong. Run for your lives
Earthworms and beetles!
Alternative:
Rain on horizon
Sunrise! Apple red where trees
Of starlings chatter
Flat field flooded now
A boating lake for seabirds
Feather flotilla
Red gape scrapes at seeds
Window feeder mealworm treats
Starling beaks clatter
Two grebes taking turns
To be each other’s mirror
A flattering glass!
Little stints wading
Almost lost on the shoreline
Now arrows in flight
A sky full of gnats
And the wheel & swoop of wings
House martins hunting
Up in the bare trees
A canopy of feathers
Sings about Spring soon
On the bird table
Freckles, speckles, sparks and dots
Starlings squabble lots!
