I've always known that starlings leave Red Arrows for dead. But take a look at this footage from Lough Rea, it's awesome.(brilliant posting by BDaly1234 on YouTube)
And this is the perfect introduction for a poem called, Dead Starling:
Last evening starlings were
balloon bursting
cluster bombing
wheat whirling
skirt twirling
cape sweeping
out beyond the town.
This morning
a meteorite
landed
outside my door;
there is nothing on earth
as motionless as
a dead starling.
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