A black murmuration
of starlings surged like a pepperstorm, shifting shapes
against a pallid blue sky at dusk.
And a slow
procession of flying crows
crossed just above
us, a little crowd of corvids
flapping casually
toward a roost in a fir tree.
We wondered
about the hedge sparrows
hunkering down,
and where do juncos nest?
At twilight, birds
move. They migrate from
light to dark.
We find we're rewarded
when we watch
them as often as we can.
hans ostrom 2024
