hundreds throng the road
countless more pebble the ditch
pullulate in corn stubble
fracas on fresh snow
when the car appears, & slows
thousands of starlings rise
like a fistful of pepper
flung at the pale gray sky
the wave crests, spindles
billows to giant wings
arc & swerve, beat & hover
car passes, maelstrom settles
smuts across the meadow
beaks rake the snow for feed
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