You may see a large, black cloud
Rising and expanding,
Rolling like the ocean tide,
Swaying and enchanting.

Swirling, dancing, twirling, shifting,
Magically drifting,
Through the air, with united grace,
No birds are so uplifting.

For there is music, harmony,
Within our gentle motion,
We birds fly as a moving cloud
Like fish within the ocean.

For alone, I look like any bird
But in that flock, we’re charming
Enjoy the motion, grace, and awe
Of the flying, dancing, starling.

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