Here’s to Starlings
Here’s to starlings, friendly song singing birds
Avian tricksters whose voices are heard
Whistling or raucous – taking their chances,
Perching up high on thin twiggy branches.
Beaks preen plumage, inky iridescence,
Ruffle each feather, all bold effervescence
Oil slick colours, all sprinkled with speckles.
warming nest’s treasure – all calm blue freckles.
Keeping eggs safe through rain dripping weather,
Feed draggled chicks all huddling together.
Seeking out grubs and larvae a-plenty
Until the parents see their nest empty.
Dusk sees them flocking with no consternation
Evening skies blossom with wild murmurations!
Avian tricksters whose voices are heard
Whistling or raucous – taking their chances,
Perching up high on thin twiggy branches.
Beaks preen plumage, inky iridescence,
Ruffle each feather, all bold effervescence
Oil slick colours, all sprinkled with speckles.
warming nest’s treasure – all calm blue freckles.
Keeping eggs safe through rain dripping weather,
Feed draggled chicks all huddling together.
Seeking out grubs and larvae a-plenty
Until the parents see their nest empty.
Dusk sees them flocking with no consternation
Evening skies blossom with wild murmurations!
This poem is copyright (©) Kit Weston 2026
About the Writer
Kit Weston
Former primary teacher and school librarian, Kit is an enthusiastic reader and creative writer, who runs poetry workshops for children. Living in The Garden of England, she takes inspiration from everything – though the natural world and the children she is privileged to teach do feature. Her poetry has appeared here (The Dirigible Balloon), Parakeet Magazine and has been used in schools from Tonbridge to Bristol! One of her poems has recently been translated into Croatian on behalf of JAR a Juvenile Arthritis Research charity, very close to her heart! You can find her @Kit_weston1.
