Dusk and the light begins to wane. By the lake where the reeds grow high. Hear the chatter, the first go by. My sheer delight I need not feign. This reed bed is where Starlings reign. Before they roost there's lifts and swirls. Constantly the rabble unfurls. Acrobatic undulations! Chaotic yet in formation A living mass that twists and whirls.
This is for Ronovan writes Décima Poetry Challenge – with ‘Whirl’ as the prompt word. Check out his blog to participate or just to find our what a Décima is! I am continuing the theme I started from the Haiku challenge Ronovan also set, which inspired this post