>>>>>The Starlings swirled <<<<<

Gold flecks dispersed –

Neighboring black feathers…

Wings spread.

They flew to the hole in the roof;

long grass dangling from one beak,

berries in another…


Down to the ground

Peck, peck


Up to the top of the street lamp,

Lifting its slight wings trying to chirp


I lost count:

which one was an adult,

which one was a child ?


A Starling perched on the windowsill

Looking UP

Took awhile for the decision to be made

[fly back to  the nest, sanctuary, home..?]


>>>>>A Starling’s beak is golden.<<<<<




Standing in the doorway… short black hair hangs loosely on his forehead; his face is pale, his eyes full of storms…

 Sitting in the grass… long gray and white fur, a “puff ball” gray and white cat SAT looking up at the man standing in the doorway…

 Lightning flickered within the man’s storm-filled eyes.

 He didn’t move, but it was like he gestured, within, at the cat sitting in the grass.

 The gray and white cat quivered, almost imperceptible, BUT continued to watch.

 The man was standing in the doorway. The cat was sitting in the grass.

They considered each other for awhile.  Not a sound.

Later the man wondered why or how he did… it was spontaneous.