No Crossed Wires

Their jabber was a chortling exaltation:
starlings' happy chat on buzzing wires;
more a joyful, mutual acclamation
than a complicated putting out of fires.

Their flight - it wasn't quite a murmuration,
the feathered cloud to which each one aspires,
but still it brought a sort of admiration,
the kind of sight my camera lens admires.

© Celia Warren 2017