cryptic whispers

Was sitting in the middle of a backyard forest listening to a large group of starlings singing so loud to each other, you could hear nothing else. They suddenly paused, and flew off. Briefly quiet, then just light wind blowing through the leafless trees in the late sunset of fall.

The whispering breeze told no lies and spat no bragging chirps. Just wanted to ask "How do you do?", and move on. What a beautiful conversation. What a beautiful stranger.