YES, I AM A BIRD WATCHER

by joannagilmanhyde

The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:12pm

I have just spent an hour at least

shielding My Eyes from the sun

to watch a flock of Starlings

starting in Our Yard —

heading across the street

in elongated splashes of sparkle

every time They took off —

and matted together on either

roof lines, grass or wires

in Their elusive group-think

I would give anything

to know