arrayed black musical notes on the rhythms of wind in bare trees.
Then they dart, bullets from a Beethoven symphony,
speeding without collision through the wind-waving branches.
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European Starling
Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
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Monday, December 27, 2010
Starlings on a Winter Tree
Starlings, puffed in the cold, land here and over there,
arrayed black musical notes on the rhythms of wind in bare trees.
Then they dart, bullets from a Beethoven symphony,
speeding without collision through the wind-waving branches.
_
European Starling
arrayed black musical notes on the rhythms of wind in bare trees.
Then they dart, bullets from a Beethoven symphony,
speeding without collision through the wind-waving branches.
_
European Starling
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