About this Poem 

"Birding, for me, has become a great passion. There are hundreds of extraordinary sights as well as great transfixing beauty out there in the trees, on the water, in marshes, backyards, parks, dairies. All you have to do is look."
—Sidney Wade

Birding at the Dairy

Sidney Wade

We’re searching
for the single


we’ve heard

with thousands
of starlings

and brown-headed

when the many-
headed body

and undulates,

a sudden congress
of wings

in a maneuvering
wave that veers

and wheels, a fleet
and schooling swarm

in synchronous alarm,
a bloom radiating

in ribbons, in sheets,
in waterfall,

a murmuration
of birds

that turns
liquid in air,

that whooshes
like waves

on the shore,
or the breath

of a great
seething prayer.

Copyright © 2013 by Sidney Wade. Used with permission of the author. This poem appeared in Poem-A-Day on June 12, 2013. Browse the Poem-A-Day archive.

Sidney Wade