Murmur

A murmur far above, the sky-
Enveloping black starlings high,
There turn and dance and flow so fleet,
A thousand thousand wings there beat
A tune just like the sea does pound
Upon the shore, a steady sound,
One wave upon one wave does blend.
Each starling follows faithful friend,
One part of the black formless form
Form changing, ever one black swarm,
But one by one they all disperse
Upon the air in ways diverse,
And by their nature they do swear
To meet again upon the air.

form: none
meter: iambic tetrameter
rhyme: couplets