The movements of the starlings murmur on the screen, casting a continuous kaleidoscope of black and dusky blue, merging and reconfiguring with the fading of the sun.
I wonder: where do the city birds that populate the frozen sidewalks of my street gather to choreograph their roost?
Wings trace the twilight–
branches shiver with the wind,
glowing in the dark
Merril at dVerse asks us to conjure nature’s magic–one of the suggested “lost words” is starling. A friend just sent me the video of murmuration below–definitely magic.
K. 
Beautiful, Kerfe–everything poem, especially your haiku, image, and video. Definitely magical!
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Thanks Merril.
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Well said. Those movements always give me a sense of awe. Your art is perfect for a murmuration.
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Thanks Ken. I’ve never seen one in person, but they are majestic on film.
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I do not know the Starlings here, in Trinidad, but sometimes i see the Chicken Hawks pattern the sky. I think the effects would be similar. Enjoyed your haibun
Thanks for dropping by my blog to read mine
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Thanks Gillena. I think many birds do variations.
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The multitude of starlings is something I would really love to see… I have only seen big flocks of crows living like that in the winter.
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I saw crows doing it once too. The pigeons in the city do it all the time, but somehow it’s not so beautiful…
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We have nearly daily the chance to see a mumuration where I live. I love the word, and it is magical to see. When we see a bit of magic, we almost immediately start wondering if it can be happening near us. Beautiful Haibun, and such a great haiku, feels almost like the cyclical roost and flight between the birds and the branches almost becomes a dance in it, all against the backgrond of light and dark. So much in that image! thank you for this
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Thanks Lona. The world is full of magic!
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