The starlings have gathered
In their brownie black
Flying in triumph
There and back
They screen to sun
Like salty sand
Thrown like grains from an open hand
And maybe
Or maybe not
This is my lot
To sit and dream upon my back
Watching the starlings in brownie black
Published by Timmy Conway
Timmy has an Accountancy practice in Naas with his two brothers Donie and Chris and Alistair (son) and (daughter) Deirdre. Timmy is also a writer who has published six Poetry books, along with a Christmas CD and five novels. He lives with his wife Catherine and their five children all live close by.
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