Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 We Wing as One

O'er the ocean near sunset, we

Number in thousands in the sky,

A starling murmuration be

In busy flight, one might ask why.

Between ourselves we talk about

Best feeding sites found in that day.

And grouped together there's no doubt

As night falls, warm we will stay.

And we fly erratic so that

We can keep predators confused,

As back to roosting habitat,

Warmer and safer can be cruised.

O'er the ocean near sunset is

Place and time to do good bird biz.