Some sitting starlings softly singing.
Several sad starlings succembed to the sweet, silvery song,
swooping sideways from the south side . . .
Still more solitary starlings saw and swooped over.
Suddenly; streaking, soaring,
Some searching, some seeking, and some satisfied with the sights,
All with one mind, they flocked; squawked;
and were gone.
I hope you enjoyed this Alliterative poem by Jenny =)
Happy new year ya'll!