The grackles came today,
One by one, perching on half-leafed limbs,
Announcing their arrival with small, squeaky chirps… at the silence.
Many hundreds, playfully filling our trees.
Moving in one direction, not resting for too long.
Suddenly, they took flight, a
Black cloud filling the air, their free forming air-shape dancing in space.
Beauty unfurled across the sky
Rising and falling, turning
And swaying, laughing at the earth,
And then, gone.
Janet Salbert 
Beautiful. I watched a small flock of birds this week, fascinated by their corporate movement. They seemed to go only back and forth and back and forth repeatedly, but then flew on.
Thanks Ellie, migration is a beautiful thing to watch, always a mystery to see
creativity in nature.
I love that poem and I love those birds. I know just what you mean!!
I love that poem and I love those birds. I know just what you mean!