For the third morning in a row
What sounds like rain on my roof
A large flock of starlings
Landing and walking around
And then as one in a whoosh
They ascend leaving behind
A silence so profound
I'm left shaken dumbfound
Feeling strangely blessed
On that first day I was outside
And watched them all descend
Amazed and somewhat alarmed
But on the second and the third
Day when they returned I knew
Something heavenly was meant
To take me with them when they went
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