We're fortunate to live close to a large nature reserve of lakes. From late Autumn until Spring Starlings give displays of murmuration's (from the sound they make) There are various theories of why they do this, maybe they even enjoy doing it?



A Murmuration of Starlings

With their iridescent black feathers
displaying greens and purples as they fly
Starlings are beautiful birds, when in
late Autumn they start arriving from afar,
to roost together in our Fen Drayton lakes.
Then as the day wanes and the sun slowly
sinks down the sky it becomes the signal
for them to arise in a murmuration.

Once aloft each fixes its own position,
not closing on the next bird’s location;
then with wing responding to wing they
abandon themselves, becoming conjoined
into one single organism – as a living cloud,
which flows and shape-shifts up in the sky:
stretching out, folding back then wheeling
around to begin again another new shape.

From below we watch in awe as they fly
into the suns failing light, their murmur
such as a low gusting wind they become
harbingers of imminent night, until
the day fades and they spiral down into
smaller groups of single birds to roost
in reed beds where they need not dream,
for they have danced in natures divine.

© D G Moody 2025
(Image Courtesy of Walter Baxter)





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Written on 2025-12-13 at 16:53

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
I really enjoyed this charming poem. The description of the murmuration is absolutely spot on and so poetically portrayed. It is a fascinating spectacle, well know in Brighton too, where I lived for a number of years.
Despite seemingly feeding the entire bird population of Nouvelle Aquitaine in our garden (!), we have never seen a starling. Then, recently, while visiting a Bergerac supermarket, my wife and I found ourselves no more than a yard away from one, indoors, perched atop a displayed Christmas Tree. It was completely unconcerned by our proximity and eventually flew off towards the delicatessen counter!
B&L Allen
2025-12-15