The stirring of starlings shall fill the sky,
A spectacle that makes the spirit fly,
As dusk descends and daylight takes its leave,
Their wondrous dance, a sight to believe.

In countless numbers, they gather near,
A symphony of wings, a sight so clear,
With grace and precision, they come alive,
In the evening air, they freely strive.

Their movements choreographed by some unseen hand,
In perfect harmony, they take their stand,
In unity, they rise and twist and turn,
A mesmerizing sight, for which we yearn.

They weave and blend in patterns vast,
A living canvas, their flight so fast,
The stirring of starlings, a living art,
A testament to nature's boundless heart.

As day gives way to the velvet night,
Their dance continues in soft moonlight,
A reminder of the beauty that can be found,
When creatures of the sky come together, unbound.

So when you see the starlings take to flight,
Remember the magic in their graceful might,
For in the stirring of starlings, you shall see,
The wonder and the beauty of nature's decree.