From my windows, Starlings swarming

Flocking on the electrical cables that cradled them

Hopping, dangled by the changing colours of the sky

As quiet as night,

As silence as the morning breeze

Their eyes look after each other

A rumbling engine sends them away,

in unison they fly

Soaring above without goodbye

Until next time

Until allowed

I wonder….

If they know trees taller than the pole;

branches as long as horizon,

leaves as wide as a rainbow

For them to sleep and lay their nest,

not a dingy chimney to rest.

I wonder…..

What they feed their babies,

when most are concrete;

no worms or slugs to see

What their beaks bring to their babies,

when the heat on pavements flame their feet or

the cold is so freezing

I wonder….

If ever they are to be missed,

to be noticed,

to be cheered

If ever…