Hey, I’m glad you liked that! I’m so often unsure of these poems I throw together late at night, under a self-imposed deadline to post something, anything! before midnight. We don’t get icterid flocks up here on the mountain all too often, so haven’t had the luxury of growing tired of them. This poem started out being about grackles, but as more and more urban imagery crept in, I decided they had to be starlings, instead. Poetic licence and all.