A murmuration

From personal project A year in nature

  A roaring mass of wing, bulging and bursting
seeping out and swirling in against a rosen sky.
   A cloud of static, like flies.

A wash of waves that almost collide,
   they fall back and return: a cloak drawn over me.
     Flickering current and gentle rush of wing.

Then: a buzzing crescendo of noise like the roar of a crowd.
  A screeching, squabbling mass of friends.
        A billion tiny lives swoop down.

And a murmuration also, of wonder, between two strangers
   who’d stopped to look up at the rushing sky.