Creatures of the evening
Playing light upon the air
Throbbing feathers together on a copper sky
A coordinated, leaderless throng
Constant shift, living wave
Dancing to magnetic song
Seven neighbors swooping
Each in its changing space
Why such energy expended
On bulbous collective flight
Gleaning fields by day
They weave towns
Into winter nights
12-19-16
©2020 Lenny Wells
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