At six o’clock (or so) this morning,
they broke out of social isolation,
their songs a mix of celebration,
wooing, warning
as they rejoiced in close proximity
within a garden lined and edged by trees.
Did I envy them - these starlings, sparrows?
Yes - for the way they recklessly embraced
their neighbour’s plumage,
squabbled beak to face,
swirled into the distance,
Unlike those of us all bunkered down,
the grounded human race.
DSM
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A different view from isolation
