A Mutation of Thrushes - 22

Like a flock of birds

Or a pod of dolphins

A bellowing of bullfinches

A fling of dunlins

Like a mob of kangaroos

A brood of hens

A bazaar of guillemots

Just like a band of jays

A shrewdness of apes

A deceit of lapwings

Like a host of sparrows

A trip of wildfowls

A mutation of thrushes

Like an army of ants

An ostentation of peacocks

A down of rabbits

Like a rumba of rattlesnakes

A run of salmon

A bob of seals

Like a kettle of hawks

A nest of hornets

A gam of whales

A quiver of cobras

A dole of doves

A shoal of shads

A company of angelfish

A glint of goldfish

A knot of toads

Did you ever have a go?

Everyone must have a go

It’s your next Penrose step

Ones that have spent their time on Earth

Have a different kind of glow

You put it on hold

But soon you’re given birth

You leave everything

Say goodbye to your worlds

All your worlds, all your pretty little worlds

Like a bloat of hippopotami

A warren of wombats

A zeal of zebras

Like a generation of vipers

A bale of turtles

Streak of tigers

A glen of herring

A hover of trout

A wisdom of owls

A murmuration of starlings

A dray of squirrels

A spring or harem of seals

Like a drove of sheep

A leash of foxes

A skein of geese

A tower of giraffes

A knot of frogs

A memory of elephants

A weyr of dragons

So you decide to have a go

And everybody has to know

It’s your time

All the ones that have spent their time on Earth

Have a different kind of flow

So you thought that you just might

Let go of holding light

We have the same thought

At the same time, after time

Never running out of time

Our movements trace invisible patterns

We draw in the sky using no eyes

A living matrix, hexagonal, atonal

A framework of sound as we’re letting you down

A shower of rain, a bevy of ladies

A blush of boys, an ambush of toys

A den of thieves, a coven of witches

A worship of reads, a curse of painters

Like a conspiracy of ravens

A brace of thrush of ducks

A mask of raccoons

A crash of rhinos

A mute of hounds

A warren of rabbits

A turn of turtles

Like a shiver of sharks

A span of mules

A school of sea stars

A gulp of cormorants

So zebrine

So hipptigrine

So eranaceine

So helminthic

And so formic

Anisopterian

Iguinine

Pteropine

So it seems

So galagine

So perfect

So hyenine

All the ones that have spent their time on Earth

They’ve lived lives you’ll never know

Now you want to go down there

Though you will know it will hurt

Let go of your worlds, all your worlds

All your pretty little worlds

All your worlds, all your pretty little worlds