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.