​Playground tantrum

​Playground tantrum
Silence was shattered
a squadron of starlings
six at least come tearing in
they a band of brothers strong
aiming for a fight royal.

tearing up the lawn, searching
chose fodder,
gulping it down,
food flying all over the place.

then onto the table,
rocking it to and throw
starling thugs pilling onto the table,
each wanting their share of the spoils.

teenage rough and tumble,
leaping high, tumbling onto brothers back,
loud raucous chatter, fight!
then, like shooting stars they fly the scene.
High energy
high speed flying,
breaking through the air,
slicing through the clouds,
like a knife through butter,
once, twice around brick houses, gardens green, then with a two fingered salute