STARLING MURMURATIONS
Starlings, the street kids of the avian deal
On patrol for a stray french fry meal
They always seem so nervous about their prey
It's not as if a french fry can walk away
Or a panhandler is going to make them pay
They should pay more attention to what they put in their mouth
Or do like their cousins and just fly south
In winter I watched them around the chimney pots
Jockeying for the empty slots
Breathing the smoke while their brains grow number
Bent over as if praying for the warmth of summer
The chickadees don't look so out of place
Or spend their time on human waste
I would transport them to the country side
If that would stop their roller coaster ride
But they have wings to fly away
I know not why they choose to stay
Or what notes in the symphony they might play