Starlings
Blue-black wings
Flash through iron-grey sky
A lightening storm of birds
Whirls through falling light.
We watch, shivering
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Rain lashes us
Cameras and glasses mist
Sea boils and roars.
An hour before
We saw them gather
Circling Bontnewydd fields.
Now they rush in
From North, South, East
Squawking, chattering, swirling.
Black sun sinks beneath pier
Midwinter moot.
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