I wrote once about the flutter of the birds.
The uncanny itching at the back of my neck
when I see them amassed on the power lines
or spread out like fallen leaves on the pavement
just before they go.
I wonder when they leap in unison
silent but for the flap of freedom
whether they were spooked
sentient of what’s to come
and jumping ship before
the pulling of our world apart
easing their flock into flux
their combined weight lifting the world
and showing the safety in brethren.