Murmurations
       

Moving as one body,
the way girls in matching suits
and caps practice figures in a pool,
holding hands, kicking in unison
to create a flower or eight-pointed star,

flocks of starlings synchronize in the air,
clouds of them morphing as they veer
and dip and weave, wing-swimming,
though not for sport. Rather
to escape a threatening falcon or hawk.

Don't underestimate them as some do
beautiful women.
In seconds they can change direction.
Swarm. Become a mass
that renders a predator helpless.

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