Flock

Susan Littlefield
Nov 1 · 1 min read
Photo: S. Littlefield

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.

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Susan Littlefield

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Wordgirl, birdgirl, sometime UX specialist. If I weren’t a writer, I’d want to be Louis Leakey or Jane Goodall. Or Charles Nelson Reilly.

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