I looked up to see a flock of dark birds -
They flew as one, a swirling mysterious airborne tribe -
It's a murmuration of starlings I said -
The word felt magical and strange to say -
The birds formed new marvellous shapes in the sky every moment -
A murmuration I repeated softly - a murmuration -
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Sunday 12 February 2016
Redcliffe
Wareham
Dorset
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