A sash of clouds lies low along the ridge,
and the valley blurs with rain. An abacus
of starlings perch on telephone lines
adding and subtracting. Suddenly
they lift — a peppered swirl
dipping left, then right — a torrent
of wings against the opaque sky.
– Sarah Russell
photo courtesy of kidshouldseethis.com
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