We Wing As One Poem by Ima Ryma

O'er the ocean near sunset, we
Number in thousands in the sky,
A starling murmuration be
In busy flight, one might ask why.
Between ourselves we talk about
Best feeding sites found in that day.
And grouped together there's no doubt
As night falls, warmer we will stay.
And we fly erratic so that
We will keep predators confused,
As back to roosting habitat,
Warmer and safer can be cruised.

O'er the ocean near sunset is
Place and time to do good bird biz.