above the roofs of the bordering houses
and watch the crowded clouds slide by.
A straggled flight of starlings dots
the sky and wheeling lower rouses
unseen others from nearby
to flutter up and join the display.
More birds appear out of nowhere,
from trees and bushes soaring high
to join the swirling corps de ballet,
all swooping left and right together,
dancing the curtained backdrop sky.
But soon the choreography palls
whether from boredom or fatigue
no way of humans knowing why.
And gradually the outline falls
as more and more begin to leave
until like clouds the last slide by.
Then time for me also to depart
joyed with a fresh uplifted heart.
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