Let’s Dance.

Murmuration in the sky.
How choreographed small brained birds fly.
Only fart pollution from their arse.
Unlike jumbo jets their pollution is a goddamn curse.
I look up from hollowed ground.
These birds so quiet they make no sound.
A magnificent sight for tired sore eyes.
From my voice box comes pleasurable sighs.
They twist and turn so elegantly fast.
For half an hour their magic does last.
Murmuration in the sky.
Tis bloody magic i tell thee no lie.