Collective Nouns?

A gray cloudy afternoon in northern England. Cars scattered,
four by fours littered.
The daily pickup time from school. The self induced mayhem of,
mums, dads; grandma'��s
grandads; uncle Tom Cobley and all. It reminded me of the first
line of one of my poems.
"��A murder of raucous crows chaos'��d a stand of leafless trees."��
How apt I thought.
We certainly cause the chaos but what about the collective noun?
A horde of noisy children?
Might be true but… A mob of, no that won't do. A murmuration
now that sounds better.
Unfortunately that'��s starlings. Now let me think about my grandson
as he dashes out of school.
The smile as the light of recognition beams from his eyes, the look of
unqualified love
I have it, how about, "��A Wonder of Children."��

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