Flock
Nov 1 · 1 min read

In smaller numbers
you’re pests and thieves —
we build baffles to foil
your feeding from our seed.
But god, when you flock!
You’re dance, contortion,
a message in a whirl,
you morph each moment,
merge and part,
break and mend,
a dark ribbon twisting
in blue evening sky.
