murmuring starlings, murmuring the chaos and noise each individual scree screeching into a cacophony swooping so fast my eyes can barely catch

then suddenly they're away and take shape

softly, slowly shifting pointillism in motion making beauty each bird given meaning in the whole each bird needed needed leading and following in a constant overturn of community and support

predator so big looms outside at least double in size to any one of them but they with frankness just keep swooping making and remaking

murmuring people, murmuring the chaos and noise each individual prea preaching into a cacophony changing so fast my mind can barely catch

then suddenly in a wider gaze society takes shape

(and in this stanza you may imagine a parallel to the birds sweet softness but this is a point of view hard to achieve as I, too am one of the birds scree preaching in the flock)

predator so big looms outside hate and divides seeking to isolate one person at a time

will we, like the birds, remain together? with frankness swooping, sweeping t o g e t h e r ? making and remaking