Flights of starlings dancing in the air
Swirling formations in a darkening sky
Routines never the same, but with aerial flair
A choreographed statement of intent
Before nightfall they dance for the stars
Mass hysteria, but complete in it's synchronicity
Until it's time to roost
And they fall,
Like rain
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