Starling Shenanigans
Starlings in the shed,
Lustrous plebs.I watch through the
window from my bed.
Assimilated
wild, having commandeered that
derelict shed. Home
now for weeds and birds
and rusting tools forgotten.
Industrious beaks
twinning pink batt scraps
Plucking, carrying, dropping.
Busying building nests.
Starlings beguile
their shenanigans delight.
Sparrows too huddle
together in eaves.
Sheltering from stinging rain,
chit chatting sparrows.
Gossiping old birds
with matronly chests, social
squatters thriving. Shed
starlings watched by eave
sparrows, four in a row. Their
birdsong a tool shed
choir. Abruptly a
ruckus erupts and the choir
disperse. Feathers fly,
dust and chaos, a
hullabaloo. The stalking
cat spotted too late.
Donna Faulkner née Miller
@lady_lilith_poet
